“Some folk will do anything,” said Nanny darkly.
“Well, I know, but I suppose they rather want their money.”
“Well, his lordship had better pay them and be done with it.”
“I’m afraid we haven’t got any money at the moment, Nan.”
“Nonsense,” said Nanny.
She looked at Roberta and said, “You don’t grow much, Miss Robin.”
“No, Nanny. I rather think I’ve finished. I’m twenty now you know.”
“Same age as Miss Frid and look how she’s shot up. You need nourishing.”
“Nan,” said Frid. “Uncle Gabriel’s coming tomorrow.”
“H’m,” said Nanny.