Patch hurled Lord Wutherwood’s bowler to the far end of the hall.
“Don’t be a fool, Patch,” said Henry. Colin picked the bowler up and pretended to be sick into it. The others watched him moodily.
“This has been great fun for Robin,” said Henry. “We’re sorry our relations are so bloody rude, Robin.”
“What does it matter?” said Roberta.
Henry stared at her. “You’re quite right,” he said, “it doesn’t matter. But if any of you think that noisome old treasure-trove in there is going to hand us two thousand pounds, you’re due for a disappointment. Daddy could go bankrupt six times over before his charming brother would help him.”
“You th-think we’re for it then?” asked Stephen.
“I do.”
“We’ll wriggle out,” said Frid. “We always have.”
“Wolf, wolf,” said Henry.
“Why? I don’t see it.”