I was stern with her. "You're not. You're just helping her to bolt," I said. "You're conniving at her bolting. You've lent her our house."
"Isn't it better she should come to us?"
"No, it isn't better. I don't like it. And I won't have it. I won't have you mixed up in it. Do you understand?"
"Dear Wally—there isn't anything to be mixed up in. We'll be back on
Monday; then she'll only be staying with us."
"And till then—?"
"Till then—for Heaven's sake let the poor thing have peace for three days to think in."
"That's all very well," I said, "but what are we to say to Jimmy when he comes back this afternoon?"
"You say—you say she's tired of—of Amershott and wants three days in London to herself.—No, you don't. You don't say anything. You leave it to me. Vee-Vee said it was to be left to me."
"And I say I won't have you dragged into it. Good Heavens, have you any idea what you may be let in for, supposing—?"
"Supposing what?"