"You say that as if you meant the 'horribly.'"
"I do. It has been a 'bluggy' business, and I am tired." He laughed with a certain amount of constraint. "If I were a boy, I should say 'I want to go home.'"
Winifred gave him a quick glance. "What has happened?"
"Oh, everybody is ill at Crossroads. Beastly conditions. And they ought to have been corrected. Beulah's ill."
"The little bride?"
"Yes. And Eric is frantic. He has written me, asking me to come down. But Austin can't see it."
"Could you go for the day?"
"If I went for a day I should stay longer. There's everything to be done."
He switched away from the subject. "Crowd seems to have separated. Fox and Anne Warfield by the fountain. You and Tony here, and Eve and Pip as yet undiscovered."
"It is the day," Winifred decided, "all romance and roses. Even Tony and I were a-lovering when Eve found us."