She blamed herself for having let it come to this pass.
"I daresay I'm prejudiced," she exclaimed. "Take this note, Jack, and
tell Mrs. Crofton that Flick shall be securely shut up."
"All right." Jack shrugged his shoulders rather ostentatiously, and
disappeared through the window, while Janet, with a half-humorous sigh,
told herself that perhaps he was justified in condemning in his own mind,
as he was certainly doing now, the extraordinary vagaries of womankind.
She turned back to her writing-table again. However disturbed and worried
she might feel, there were the weekly books to be gone through, and this
time without Nanna's shrewd, kindly help.
Suddenly she started, for Timmy's claw-like little hand was on her arm:
"Mum," he said earnestly, "do tell me what Colonel Crofton was really
like? Did that lady--you know, I mean the person Jack thinks is jealous
of Mrs. Crofton--tell you what he was like?"
"No--yes--oh, Timmy! I'm afraid you must have been listening at the door
just now?"
"I didn't like to come in," he said, wriggling uneasily. "I've never
heard Jack speak in such an angry way before. He was in a wax, wasn't he?
But, Mum, do tell me what Colonel Crofton looked like--I do _so_ want to
know.
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