“Don’t think I am being rude, but somehow I did not expect you to talk like this.”
“What did you expect of me?” Sir Nicholas asked. “A lot of youthful blatherings?”
“No, of course not,” Fenella said insincerely.
“The whole trouble with most of us,” he went on, “is that we get preconceived ideas about people.”
“We cannot help it – can we?” Moo said.
There was a suspicion of a sob in her voice.
“We ought to try to help it, but, after all, I don’t think it matters very much because when you get to know people and to like them, nothing matters but one’s own impressions.”
‘He is trying to tell us that he likes us,’ Fenella thought.
Her heart warmed towards the young man, who was revealing himself now when they could not see his face as he had never seemed able to do in the light.
“Will
