CHAPTER THIRTEENFleur walked into her own little sitting room and then sank down wearily into one of the armchairs.
It was only ten o’clock and she was not yet sleepy, at the same time she felt exhausted with the scene that had just taken place, Mrs. Mitcham screeching abuse at her son, Sir Norman calm, imperturbable and obstinately determined.
And herself striving to keep aloof and indifferent, but being dragged willy-nilly into the argument by Mrs. Mitcham.
It was Evans who had brought the episode to a welcome conclusion.
She had shooed both Sir Norman and Fleur out of the bedroom, clucking at them in a furious undertone like a hen who thinks her chick is in danger.
“You know it’s bad for the heart, she can’t stand this sort of thing and I can’t think what you’re thinkin’ of – ”
Si
