She sat down, looking very handsome and self-possessed, and Mrs. Bush deliberately examined her gown. But Jenny remembered that they had only the common teapot.
“I’ll just go and get some fresh tea,” she said.
“Fanny will get it, Jenny.”
“Oh no, I must get it myself, and I keep the tea locked up. You know I have to,” she added to Mrs. Murray; “these girls are so dishonest.”
She went out hurriedly, and while she was gone Basil eagerly asked Mrs. Murray how she had found them out.
“It was horrid of you not to write and tell me where you were. Miss Ley gave me your address.”
“Don’t you think it’s an amusing place? You must go into the High Street. Bits of it are so odd and quaint.”
They chattered gaily, almost taming their backs on Mrs. Bush, who watched them with lowering brows. But she often said that she was not a woman to be put upon.
“It’s a fine day, isn’t it?” she interrupted aggressively.
“Beautiful!” said Mrs. Murray, smiling.