“He seemed very shy,” Fenella said, “but then I expect he felt embarrassed. It must be rather an ordeal to be pitchforked into our family.”
Moo laughed,
“I really felt quite sorry for him when Major Ransome remarked, ‘of course you know everyone here’ and he had to admit that he didn’t know a soul.”
“Poor Sir Nicholas!” Fenella exclaimed, “I am sure that he is more sinned against than sinning. Everyone says he has no chance even of expressing an opinion when his mother’s around.”
“I wonder if he will tell her he has been here.”
“I have a feeling he won’t.”
Fenella rose from the dressing table, turned out the lights, opened wide the windows and then, groping her way across the darkened room, climbed into bed.
“It’s awfully late,” she said. “You will be dead tired tomorrow, Moo.”
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