“Just to run away with him—kissed you.”
“He kissed me at Grangersons.”
“At Grangersons. When?”
“That night. I went into the garden and he came out from amongst some bushes.”
“Umph— It’s the family disease— Well, if I get my fingers in his hair I promise to cure him. He wants curing. He’ll just apologise, and that before he’s an hour older. Where’s he staying?”
“No, no,” said Phyl, “you mustn’t ever say I told you. I don’t mind. I would have said nothing only for Mr. Pinckney.”
“You mean Richard?”
“Yes.”
“What has he to do with it?”