She said softly:
“Poor young man!”
He answered gloomily:
“I suppose you realise that this may be the last time you'll see me?”
“Why? I thought you were going to take us to the theatre.”
“I don't know whether your mother will—after—-”
Phyllis gave a little clear laugh.
“You don't know mother. Nothing makes any difference to her.”
And Bob Pillin muttered:
“I see.” He did not, but it was of no consequence. Then the thought of Ventnor again ousted all others. What on earth-how on earth! He searched his mind for what he could possibly have said the other night. Surely he had not asked him to do anything; certainly not given him their address. There was something very odd about it that had jolly well got to be cleared up! And he said: