After a little further conversation Pip and Pipette, somewhat reassured, retired to bed.
Next morning Pip departed to Rustleford, but not before he had conferred briefly with Pipette.
"Do you think I ought to leave the Governor?" he said.
Pipette puckered her alabaster brow thoughtfully.
"Yes; why not?" she replied at length. "It isn't as if he were in bed or anything. He'll go to his work just the same whether you are here or not. I have made him faithfully promise to come away for a holiday for the whole of September, so we must just let him have his way just now. You go and enjoy yourself, little man. I'll look after him. Besides"—Pipette's angelic features relaxed into the suspicion of a smirk—"I heard yesterday that a particular friend of yours was to be there."
"Who? Linklater?"
"No—a lady."
"Not Madeline—"
"Dear no. I thought you had forgotten her. Can't you guess?"
Pip turned a delicate plum colour.