“I don’t care what she thinks.”
Miss Wilkinson gave a little laugh of pleasure. They had no sooner finished supper than he said to her:
“Are you going to keep me company while I smoke a cigarette?”
“Why don’t you let Miss Wilkinson rest?” said Mrs. Carey. “You must remember she’s not as young as you.”
“Oh, I’d like to go out, Mrs. Carey,” she said, rather acidly.
“After dinner walk a mile, after supper rest a while,” said the Vicar.
“Your aunt is very nice, but she gets on my nerves sometimes,” said Miss Wilkinson, as soon as they closed the side-door behind them.
Philip threw away the cigarette he had just lighted, and flung his arms round her. She tried to push him away.
“You promised you’d be good, Philip.”
“You didn’t think I was going to keep a promise like that?”