“You’re a puzzler. I don’t believe you’re a bit keen, not what I call keen. I can’t sleep sometimes before doing something big.”
“I’m quite keen enough.”
“I don’t think you show it. You’ll have to buck up a bit, won’t she, Joan? We have to send in sealed reports, you know. Mrs. Falconer expects to know the inside of everybody.”
“Perhaps she expects too much.”
“Anyhow, it’s her money we’re spending.”
Eve flushed.
“I shall pay her back some day before very long.”
“You needn’t think I called you a sponger—I didn’t.”
“Oh, well, would it have mattered?”
They spent the afternoon in the garden, and had tea under the may tree. Joan Gaunt had asked for the bill, and for three packets of sandwiches. They paid the one, and stowed the sandwiches away in their knapsacks, and about five o’clock they resumed their walking tour.