"We go to-morrow."
"You and Tattie? I mean 'Miss Lascelles'?"
"Oh, 'Tattie' doesn't hurt. Yes, she's going to stay—we're going to be together for a little while."
"Where? Don't you want me to ask?"
"London," she said.
"Have you got any people there?"
"No.... The only relation that counts is in the country now. Now mind! You're not to send anything for us two, or you'll offend me. Whatever you send will go to the others, all of it."
"Have it your own way," he said quietly.
They walked once round the terrace without speaking.
"Are you angry?" she asked.