“Beastly and ugly?”
“Yes, horrid—and there were two of each of them.”
Wallace began to feel out of his depth.
“But they were in the drawing-room,” he said.
Since the drawing-room in every house is, or should be, the abode of art, it was obviously absurd to say that the appointments thereof were beastly or ugly.
Wynne did not answer, so Wallace fell back on his beginnings.
“You must be a fool. Father gave you a good hiding, didn’t he?”
“Yes.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Yes.”