'No. Never.'
'Then of course you do not know where we are to make believe sleep.'
'I suppose it will be in that room where our things were laid. Mrs. Boërresen will tell us. Hazel, will you mind, if I say something I want to say?'
'I cannot tell whether I shall mind or not.'
'Shall I say it?'
'Yes, if you want to,' said Hazel, devoting herself to the tongs and the fallen brands.
'It is only just this.What are you going to do about dress?'
If ever anybody was astonished, it was perhaps Miss Kennedy just then.
'Dress!' she echoed, looking at Primrose and then down at the trim, invisible brown riding-habit, which, looped up and fastened out of the way had been perforce retained through the evening. Very stylish, no doubt, as all her dresses were; though in this case the best style happening to be simplicity, the brown habit with its deep white linen frills was almost severely plain. 'Prim,I have not the faintest idea what you mean!'
'I don't mean now, to-night, of course.'