"Outfit for a young English gentleman," Brat said.
And she looked sideways again, surprised by the twist in his voice.
18
Eleanor came into the sitting-room as Bee was opening the midday post, and said: "She bumped!"
Bee looked up hazily, her mind still on the contents of her mail.
"She bumped, I tell you. For a whole fifty yards she bumped like a good 'un."
"The Parslow girl? Oh, congratulations, Nell, dear."
"I never thought I'd live to see this day. Is no one having sherry?"
"Brat and I have drunk sufficient strange liquids this morning to last us for the rest of the week."
"How did it go, Brat?" Eleanor asked, pouring herself some sherry.