“No, not at all. She went so far as to threaten to give notice if she stayed with you again. She complains that you spoil Ivor.”
“What a horrid woman!” said Susie.
“Yes, you will probably have to get another in the end. But all that will be much simpler when we once get him out there. It is difficult for anyone to make arrangements with such a long post in between.”
“Dear me,” Susie said with a sigh, “it is all very sad. I think I will go home now. There may be a letter from Evangeline and I can see what my husband says.”
“Well,” said Cyril when she came back, “Dicky says you are a great orator, Sue. Got the nail plumb on the head and brought tears to every eye. I sent her to bed as she looked tired. Strickland said she was going to bring you some tea as soon as you came in.”
“Are there any letters for me?” she asked.
“Yes, I believe there are. I put them down somewhere. Evan has written to me to say that the regiment is going to Egypt and he will have to go unless he gets anything else.”
“Is he likely to do that?”
“I don’t know. He will have to run his own show now. I should think he is most likely to go.” Susie found her letters and looked through them. There was nothing from Evangeline. “I wonder why she writes to Mrs. Vachell and not to me,” she thought, but she felt no jealousy; nothing more than a little surprise, such as she might have felt if one of her children had chosen to have tea with the housemaid instead of coming down to the drawing-room.
“What sort of a country is Egypt for children?” she asked presently when Strickland had brought the tea.