‘Walter is out. He will be awfully sorry to miss you.’
‘Yes. Oh—I am awfully sorry to miss him. I am going down to Yearsly
to-morrow. I suppose you and Walter couldn’t come for the week-end?
It would be nice if you could.’
And I said:
‘It would be awfully nice, but I am afraid we can’t. Walter’s
mother is coming to supper, and besides he has some work to do
in the morning.’
I said it quickly. We could have put off Mrs. Sebright, I knew
that really, but I did not want to go, and Walter would not want
to go either. We had been twice for week-ends to Yearsly; it
did not do, somehow, with Walter. He did not fit in, though Cousin
Delia was the same as she had always been.