"But, my dear Barbara——"
"I—can't, father."
("Bullies the life out of every one, I've always heard," Eric repeated to himself, as Lord Crawleigh subsided into inarticulate blustering. "Except the girl. And she bullies him.")
"I did wonderful staff-work with Waterloo this morning," Barbara confided. "The 5.40 stops at Winchester and Crawleigh."
"I could have told you that," said Eric. "So could Bradshaw, deceased."
"But fancy looking at Bradshaw, when you can persuade some one to look at it for you! … And you can't get anywhere in Bradshaw without going through the Severn Tunnel and waiting two hours at Bletchley. Besides, Waterloo rather loved me. Just my voice, you know.… We'll go down together. You can wire to your people."
"I told them I'd come by the 5.40."
"But how lucky!"
"How—understanding," he amended.