I thought she was rather inclined to make a song of it all, genuinely thankful to have so sound an excuse for staying to witness the dramatic developments that might possibly be in store for us. I do not deny that I appreciated her feeling in that matter.
“And the horses?” I suggested.
“Too far for them, in the omnibus,” she said. “And nothing else would be big enough for four people and their luggage. But, as a matter of fact, Nora and I talked it all over with Mrs. Jervaise before prayers, and she said we weren’t to think of going—especially as it was all right, now, about Brenda.”
“I’m glad it is all right, if only for old Jervaise’s sake,” I said, craftily.
She looked up at me, trying to guess how far I was honest in that remark.
“But you don’t really believe…” she said.
“I don’t see why not,” I returned.
“That Brenda has come back?”
“Mrs. Jervaise said…”
“Had to, of course,” Miss Tattersall replied curtly.