"I shall be the winner!"
"Come up and tell father so."
"Right!"
"Mother and I will look on."
III
They went upstairs in silence, to find Tomlin reading the paper, and Susan engaged in dusting the china.
"Where's father?" asked Posy.
"Busy with Mabel Dredge. I'll fetch him."
Posy sat down. From her face it was impossible to divine what was passing through her brain. She folded her hands upon her lap and waited.
Quinney appeared, followed by Susan. He glared at James, and then fixed his gaze upon Posy.