“But—”
“Darling,” said Frid jerkily, “we can’t be worried about Aunt Kit. Honestly.”
“At least,” said Stephen, “she had behaved with d-decent reticence. Did you ever hear anything more disgraceful than Aunt V.?”
“Poor thing,” said Charlot.
“I simply can’t feel sorry for her,” said Henry.
“I can only feel sick,” said Stephen. “I feel very sick indeed. Does anyone else?”
“Shut up,” said Colin automatically.
“Here’s Daddy,” said Frid.
Lord Charles came in at the far door. He walked slowly across the room to his family. Charlot made a quick, contained movement with her hands. Her husband stood before her.
“Well, darling?” she asked.