“I walked fast. I went farther than I meant to.”
“Meet any friends?”
“One or two.”
She caught a pair of mistrustful eyes fixed on her. They belonged to Joan Gaunt, who sat at the end of the table.
“I think we’ll have the lamp, Lizzie.”
“Right oh! or Eve won’t be able to hunt the slugs out of the lettuces.”
“Don’t be beastly.”
“You might cut me a piece of bread.”
The lamp was lit. The other two had finished their supper, but appeared inclined to sit there and watch Eve eat.
“You met some old friends?”