"Because they've seen him."
"How many Sutcliffes are there?"
"Only him and Mrs. Sutcliffe. The son's in India.
"They'll never ask him again, and Mamma won't go without him. She says we can go if we like, but you can see she'll think us skunks if we do."
"Well—then we can't."
She had wanted something to happen, and something had happened, something that would bring unhappiness. Unhappiness. Her will rose up, hard and stubborn, pushing it off.
"Will it matter so very much? Do the Sutcliffes matter?"
"They matter this much, that there won't be anything to do. They've got all the shooting and fishing and the only decent tennis court in the place. You little know what you're in for."
"I don't care, Roddy. I don't care a bit as long as I have you."
"Me? Me?"