“That appeals, too—muscle!”
“Heavens! If I didn’t know you so well, I should think you were sneering.”
Tiddy exclaimed rudely:
“Come off it.”
“Tiddy! Are you mad?”
Miss Tiddle, in her way, was a student of strategy. For many months she had read Mr. Hilaire Belloc’s articles in Land and Water. She had faith in a vigorous offensive, shock tactics, beginning with a surprise.
She said sharply:
“I have met Mr. Grimshaw. I’ve talked with him.”
“Oh-h-h!”
Tiddy’s statement might mean anything or nothing. Tiddy, so Cicely swiftly reflected, was capable of anything, even if she achieved nothing. What had she said to Grimshaw? What had Grimshaw said to her?