"Dolly told me there was a breeze. Hope it didn't upset you."
No answer.
"Bless you! That sort of thing's an everyday affair with us. Oh, fie, Flash!"
"Sir Bryan"—and a big sob.
"Well, what is it? Having trouble with the boys?"
"I know you'll be furious."
"Never mind. Spit it out in mummy's hand."
"Don't make me laugh. I—I want to give it up."
"Pshaw!"
"Oh, but I do."