CHAPTER XXVIIChar's telegram dropped like a stone into the mild glassy stillness of their life. 'Must have rest and change may I come for a week or ten days love Char.'
Lady Margaret read this appeal out loud without enthusiasm. She would take her of course, she explained to Jean; she always did take any of her daughters whenever they demanded it, but she couldn't quite see what Char was up to.
She never rested, and as for change, it was greatly to be desired that Char should change some at least of her habits, but it had not hitherto been from Char herself that this desire had emanated. A mere difference of background was unlikely to effect any improvement.
'Of course it may be an answer to prayer,' Lady Margaret finished dubiously, 'but it's not quite the kind of answer I should have
