Nicky at the seaside was troublesome and happy, and they thought he had forgotten. But on the first evening at Hampstead, as Frances kissed him Good-night, he said: "Shall I have to see Mr. Parsons to-morrow?"
Frances said: "Yes. Of course."
"I'd rather not."
"Nonsense, you must get over that."
"I--can't, Mummy."
"Oh, Nicky, can't you forgive poor Mr. Parsons? When he was so unhappy?"
Nicky meditated.
"Do you think," he said at last, "he really minded?"
"I'm sure he did."
"As much as you and Daddy?"