As they went downstairs Denis said, "Lancaster's been pointing out that of course we may be advising the Pater quite wrong—"
"How, Denis? Oh, how?" She wrinkled her brows anxiously.
"The shares mayn't go up, you see."
"Oh, that!" she cried relieved. "Yes, I know."
"But, by telling him to hold on, we should stop his selling if he got a chance and if they don't go up—oh, you see, don't you?"
She nodded.
They let themselves out into the street in silence.
"I wanted you to understand," Denis said.
"Yes."
She looked down abstractedly at her thin house-slippers, which she had forgotten to change.