“Of course, he’s an outsider, and something of an iconoclast. A square peg, I grant you, in a round hole.”
“You admit that Upworthy is a hole?”
He blinked again, but the juice of the grape fortified him.
“It lies low; hence these grievous visitations. I remain loyal to Upworthy and your dear mother.”
The parlour-maid told her that Miss Tiddle was in the drawing-room.
“I’ll see her at once.”
Cicely rushed into Tiddy’s warm embrace.
“I want you more than anybody else,” she declared fervently.
“I’ve five minutes.”
Two of these precious minutes were devoted to details, but Cicely apparently took for granted what had been accomplished at the Hall. And, to Tiddy’s astonishment, she seemed equally indifferent to the exciting events on the green. She held Tiddy’s hand, squeezing it.