She always knew when he had something to tell her. It was so irritating of him just to stand there without speaking. She thrust her tins into the oven and closed the door carefully before she looked up.
"Well?" she asked.
"Honey, I've just seen that chap Coast."
"Oh, have you? And what has he to say for himself?"
"He says that if you take young Greenwood away from school he'll report you to the Inspector and you'll have to answer for your action in Court."
John chuckled.
Mary tossed the oven cloth aside contemptuously. In the fine exaltation of her mood she could afford to laugh at Coast.
"Let him," she said. "I'd love to see him try to have me up before my betters. Think of old Sir Charles Seton's face when he saw me in the dock! He told Mr. Slater, when I was put on the Nursing Committee, that I was an estimable woman."
"Well, I wouldn't do anything rash if I were you."
"No, I'm sure you'd never do anything rash if you were anyone. Never mind. Go along and wash your hands. There's Yorkshire pudding for dinner, and it won't stand waiting."