Mrs. Lethbridge wondered why he hadn’t come out again.
“I think,” Harriett said, “perhaps he’ll come if I go.”
“Oh, you mustn’t go. It’s good for him to see people. Takes him out of himself.”
“He’ll turn up all right,” Miss Walker said, “when he hears the teacups.”
And at four o’clock when the teacups came, Robin turned up, dragging himself slowly from the house to the lawn. He blinked and quivered with agitation; Harriett saw he was annoyed, not with her, and not with Miss Walker, but with his wife.
“Beatrice, what have you done with my new bottle of medicine?”
“Nothing, dear.”
“You’ve done nothing, when you know you poured out my last dose at twelve?”
“Why, hasn’t it come?”
“No. It hasn’t.”