“No, of course not. Robin gets a topping good screw, and I’m doing quite a millionaire business in the poultry line.”
“Humph!” Sir Philip grunted. “Got any clothes fit for London?”
She nodded.
“Lots. Put away where moth and rust shan’t corrupt their morals.”
“Well, get’m out and come up to Audley Square for a bit. You look—I don’t know the word I want—peeked.”
“It’s no use shelving it on to me like that,” said Ann teasingly. “What you really mean is that you and Tony are getting awfully bored with each other alone!”
A smile glimmered in the depths of the fierce old eyes.
“Perhaps that’s it. Will you come?”
“I’d love to. But you may just as well tell me what’s worrying you.”
“You’re an impudent girl! Who said I was worrying?”