“I think it was a shame.”
“But you can’t have that sort of thing allowed.”
“Why not?”
“Where would the population be?”
“Well, we’re over-populated. Everybody says so.”
“That’s quite another thing. This is the Law.”
“Look here! If you want to argue, come in. It’s jolly cold.”
“I don’t want to argue; I must go and tell Roddy. It’s an awful relief about you, darling. Only—you don’t know my father.”
“Then I can’t come?”