CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE“If I’d had to keep my temper for another second I should have burst!” said Hilary.
Henry slipped a hand inside her arm.
“If you’re going to develop a temper, the engagement’s off again,” he said firmly.
Hilary wrinkled her nose at him.
“I never said it was on. Oh, Henry, isn’t Cousin Selina grim? Much, much, much worse than I remembered.”
They had just emerged from Mrs. McAlister’s house in Murrayfield Avenue and were walking away from it as rapidly as possible. Mrs. McAlister was Cousin Selina, and the visit, which had only begun over night, had not so far added very greatly to the gaiety of anyone concerned.
“Her husband was a pet,” said Hilary. “He was a professor or something. He used to give me sweets, and she always said they were bad for me. And she’s got w
