Perhaps she put her protest crudely, but Mrs. Brocklebank showed hauteur.
“Indeed!”
“I believe Mr. Canterton wants that flower.”
“What is it, Philippa?”
Mrs. Canterton had returned, and came wriggling and edging behind Eve.
“There is rather a nice bud here, and I was going to steal it, but this young lady——”
“Miss Carfax!”
Eve felt her face flushing.
“I believe Mr. Canterton wants that flower.”
“Nonsense. Why, there are hundreds here. Take it, my dear, by all means, take it.”