He took her hand and patted it.
“You know what I mean,” he whispered.
“They’d no right to sell up the ’ome,” said Louisa fiercely.
“Yes they had,” said Erb. “By the law.”
“But that Spanswick’s the one that should have suffered.”
“An oven in a oast house,” suggested Aunt Emma, “would finish him off. That’s how he’ll be treated in the next world, anyway.”
“I ought to have verified the information he gave me about the first affair.”
“And in the second affair you were perfectly right.”
“That don’t make any difference to the law of libel. Besides, I was in a temper when I wrote it. I let my feelings get the better of me.”
“What do you propose—”