CHAPTER FIFTEENJanet gave Stella her breakfast next morning and took her to the Vicarage without seeing any of the others. When she returned they were all in the dining-room, Edna pouring out the tea and Geoffrey dispensing fishcakes as if there had been no midnight excursions. Edna looked a little more run-in-the-wash than usual, but her manner had not changed. She found small fidgeting faults with the service, the weather, and in fact with everything. The toast was not fresh—“Mrs Simmons will make it too soon. It is incredible how often one has to say a thing before one can get it done.”
Geoffrey gave his pleasant easy laugh.
“Perhaps, my dear, if you didn’t say it quite so often——”
Her eyes were still reddened with last night’s weeping. They dwelt on him for a moment.
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