"Sorry," replied James carelessly. "I supposed Miss Quinney would be considered an exception." He added, with mild derision, "She took no interest in the covers at all."
"She saw them?" snapped Quinney.
"Possibly," said James.
Tomlin examined them carefully, nodding his big head, getting redder than usual as he bent down. James had removed one cover.
"They're a bit of all right," pronounced Tomlin.
Quinney led the way upstairs into the sanctuary. Posy was there, cleaning some beautiful glass lustres. Her father addressed her snappishly:
"Look ye here, young woman, I don't want you nosin' about downstairs. See?"
Posy tossed her head, furious with her father because he rebuked her before Tomlin. She replied coldly:
"I thought I could go where I liked in our own house."
"It's my house. See? You run along to mother like a good girl."