“Well—then—” said Aggie.
But Arthur’s eyes evaded her imploring and pathetic gaze. He turned the subject back to Mrs. Davidson—a clumsy shift.
“Anyhow, it doesn’t take much strength to call on Mrs. Davidson, does it?”
“It’s no good. I can’t think of anything to say to her.”
“Oh, come, she isn’t difficult to get on with.”
“No, but I am. I don’t know why it is I always feel so stupid now.”
“That,” said Arthur, “is because you haven’t kept it up.”
“I haven’t had the time,” she wailed.
“Time? Oh, rubbish, you should make time. It doesn’t do to let things go like that. Think of the children.”
“It’s because I’m always thinking of them.”