"You don't mean to say there's anything in it I can't see?"
"You can see it if you like. There's nothing in it."
That was why she hadn't wanted her to see it. For anything there was in it you might never have known him. But Mrs. Sutcliffe had sent her love.
Mamma looked up sharply.
"Did you write to him, Mary?"
"Of course I did."
"You'll not write again. He's let you know pretty plainly he isn't going to be bothered."
(It wasn't that. It couldn't be that.)
"Did they say anything more about your going there?"
"No."