“Only because Mr. Goodrich is a man of peace.” She nudged Pawley, much to her mother’s astonishment. “Why are you nudging Dr. Pawley?”
“Was I? Well, yes, I was. He’s a man of peace, too. I want him to say something before we go on to the lawn.”
“Oh! You want him to say something which apparently can’t be said without nudging. What is it?”
Cicely slipped to her mother’s side, taking her arm and pressing it coaxingly.
“Dr. Pawley knows how worry affects you, don’t you, doctor?”
“Worry affects all of us.”
Lady Selina’s face relaxed beneath the pressure of Cicely’s arm.
“But I’m not worrying, you silly child.”
“Oh, Mother——! Not worrying about the poor Extons? You said you were just now.”
“For the moment I had forgotten the Extons. Yes, yes, I must take action at once, because to-morrow is Midsummer Day.”