"Tell me about George," he said, without looking at her.
"I think Betty would like to tell you," she answered slowly: "Ask her about him some time when you're alone together."
"Where is she now?" he asked abruptly.
"In the kitchen I think—but she won't be long."
Jack, looking ruffled and uneasy, very unlike his quiet, cool self, burst into the room. "I can't think where that old shabby green gardening book has gone, Janet. Do you know where it is?"
"You mean 'Gardening for Ladies'?"
"Yes."
"What on earth d'you want it for?"
"For Mrs. Crofton. Her garden's been awfully neglected."
"I'll find it presently. I think it's in my bedroom."