“Hours. And talks politics into the bargain.”
“Lloyd George?”
“Yes. And the German Invasion. There’s no avoiding it.”
“But it’s a crime! On an afternoon like this, when the sun is shining... You can’t go...”
“She’s driven twelve miles.”
“Twelve miles in a good car! What’s that? She’ll enjoy her tea all the more for waiting... Couldn’t we—?”
Cassandra came a step nearer, her voice sank to the thrilling note in which of old she had concocted mischief in the schoolroom.
“Listen! ... there’s a summer-house near the north gate. It has a locked cupboard with things for tea. I keep them there for my especial use... If we ran down this path quickly... before she arrives—”
“We could have tea there together? For goodness’ sake, let’s fly!”
“But your conscience? The Nonconformist conscience? Are you sure you could enjoy—?”