She took it, scrutinized it a moment, and handed it back:
“Ah, that.” She was not helpful.
“You are of course familiar with the whole story?”
“Yes, I remember it all.”
The A.P.M. was listening attentively, impressed by her glib, adequate English, and even more so by her personality. Dormer, on the other hand, was occupied with his own feelings.
“There is some mistake, is there not?”
“No, there is no mistake.”
“The Major has come to see the—er—the damage!”
“I shall be pleased to go with you to the farm, after lunch.”
“That’s a jolly good idea,” the A.P.M. broke in. “We’ll have lunch here, and go and look at the damage afterwards.”