Molly looked a trifle embarrassed. In a manner of speaking she had given herself away.
“Well, we are,” she replied airily, after a moment. “Sitting under hedges and things, you know.”
“It isn’t very nice,” said Antony.
“Nobody sensible could ever imagine it was,” remarked Elizabeth. She fancied she saw a glimmer of light on the escapade.
“Must it always be horrid?” asked Antony. There was an ominous quaver in his voice.
“Always,” said Elizabeth firmly.
She had, you will realize, no intention of aiding a repetition of today’s little drama.
David was watching Antony’s face.
“What’s the trouble?” he demanded.
Antony choked.