"Who, Grandmamma and Grandpapa? They're perfect darlings. So's Aunt Emily. But they're awfully old and they can't play at anything, except bridge. And it isn't the same thing at all. Besides, I don't—"
She paused. It wasn't kind to the poor things to say "I don't love them the same."
"Do you like us so awfully, then?"
"Yes."
"I'm glad you like us."
They were silent.
Up and down the flagged terrace above them Aunt Adeline and Uncle Robert walked together. The sound of his voice came to them, low and troubled.
Anne listened, "Is anything wrong?" she said. "They've been like that for ages."
"Daddy's bothered about Eliot."
"Eliot?"