"He must think it awfully funny," said Estelle, sadly, "our never having him down here."
"He's not that sort," said Winn. "He was my sub, you know. He wouldn't think anything funny unless I told him to. We know each other rather well."
"That makes it funnier still," said Estelle, relentlessly.
"Oh, all right," said Winn, after a moment's pause. "Have him down here if you like. Shall I write to him or will you?"
"He's your friend," said Estelle, politely.
"Yes," said Winn, "but it's your idea." There was a peculiar look in his eyes, as if he wanted to warn her about something. He went to the door and then glanced back at her, apparently hoping that she had changed her mind.
Estelle hadn't the faintest intention of changing her mind. She had already decided to put sweet peas in Lionel's room and a marked copy of "The Road Mender."
"You may as well ask him yourself," said Winn, "if you really want him to come."