"Generally does," Isabel laughed.
"Mental balance," Mrs. Barraclough corrected. "For the last few years of his life he thought he was Archbishop of Canterbury and if dead people think I'm sure he believes he is buried in Westminster Abbey. There, run along, my dears, and leave me to collect my thoughts."
But she kissed Flora and Jane before letting them go. Isabel stayed in the room.
"So my boy is in danger," said Mrs. Barraclough with the least touch of tragedy in her voice. Isabel came forward and put an arm around her neck. "You knew, my dear?"
Isabel nodded.
"They oughtn't to have told you."
Mrs. Barraclough snorted defiantly.
"Stuff and nonsense. Think I hadn't guessed? After all, a proper man ought to be in danger. Besides," she added, "he's a good enough reason, hasn't he?"
"What reason?"
"Doesn't he want to marry you?"