“Going to see the mater. A funny thing—but she’s always glad to see me.”
“Why not?”
“Mothers have a knack that way. Lucky for sons like me.”
There was intense bitterness in his voice, but there was a sound of tenderness too. Robin shut the door but did not sit down.
“Are you going to be in the country long?”
“Don’t know. What time did you leave Arkell House last night?”
“Not till after Lady Holme left.”
“Oh!”
He was silent for a moment, biting his red moustache.
“Were you in the hall after the last lancers?”