'Not at all, not at all,' said I suavely. 'It is very natural. I am neither young nor handsome, Mrs. Wiggins. I am not complaining.'
The matron gazed at me.
'Only seeing her here,' I pursued, 'you have no idea of what she is at home. She has chosen to forbid me to come to her house'
'Her house?'
'It happens to be more hers than mine,' I explained. 'To forbid me, I say, more than once to come to her house. No doubt she had her reasons.'
'Nothing could justify it,' said the matron, directing a wondering glance at Mrs. Hilary.
'Do not let us blame her,' said I. 'It is just an unfortunate accident. She is not as fond of me as I could wish, Mrs. Wiggins; and she is a great deal fonder than I could wish of'
I broke off. Mrs. Hilary was walking towards us. I think she was pleased to see me getting on so well with the matron, for she was smiling pleasantly. The matron wore a bewildered expression.
'I suppose,' said Mrs. Hilary, 'that you'll drive back with the Micklehams?'
'Unless you want me,' said I, keeping a watchful eye on the matron.
'Oh, I don't want you,' said Mrs. Hilary lightly.
'You won't be alone this evening?' I asked anxiously.
Mrs. Hilary stared a little.
