"I don't know," she replied, with a gesture indicating, as I took it, that she didn't care if they were descending the bottomless pit.
"Shut the door," I breathed.
She did so.
"Amelia——" I began again.
"Yes, mum."
"I have felt like that."
"Like what?"
"Like—that I couldn't sleep in the same house as Pet—General Macintosh."
Her eyes became round.
"Yes, I have," I repeated.