"You don't mind," he said presently, "not coming to the station?"
He had said that already twice before. Why ask, she said, when he knew perfectly well she didn't mind?
Of course she didn't mind. She knew his idea, that they were not to be confronted with her suddenly. He meant to let her dawn on them beautifully, with the tenderest gradations. He would approach them with an incomparable cunning. He would tell them that they were going to see a very pretty lady. And when they were thoroughly inured to the idea of her, he would announce that the pretty lady was coming to stay with them, and that she would never go away.
She looked at her watch.
"We've got another half-hour before they come."
"Kitty, I believe you're afraid of them?"
"Yes, Robert, I'm afraid."
"What? Of two small children?"
"What are they like? I haven't asked you that."
"Well, Janet's a queer, uncanny little person, rather long for her age and very thin——"