Nanette looked at her in astonishment.
But Prunella realised that she was running away from something that hurt her unbearably. She could not stand by and see it happening without protesting.
And that she had no right to do.
*
When they left for London the next morning, Nanette was complaining volubly.
“I cannot understand why you are in such a hurry, Prunella,” she had said. “Pascoe is staying with his uncle until tomorrow and I want to see him.”
“We are leaving,” Prunella emphasised firmly, “and, because I cannot leave you alone in the house, you will have to come with me.”
“Of course I am prepared to come with you and I want to go to London too,” Nanette replied, “but not in such a hurry.”
Charity said the same thing.
“Good gracious me, Miss Prunella, you’ve sat here year after
