“He’s quite well now.”
“Why not. It’s ten days ago.”
“He can’t have been so very ill.”
“He was ill enough to make Rosamund very anxious. She was up with him the whole night before your dinner; and not only that, she was up again on the night of the dinner, though she was very tired.”
“Well, coming to our dinner wouldn’t have prevented that—only eight till ten-thirty.”
“I don’t think, Guy, you at all understand Rosamund’s feeling for Robin,” said Dion, with a sort of dry steadiness.
“Probably not, being a man.”
“Perhaps a father can understand better.”
“Better? It seems to me one either does understand a thing or one doesn’t understand it.”
There was a not very attractive silence which Daventry broke by saying: