But
disagreeable as that affair had been, it was nothing to what had happened
to-night.
She felt she would never forget the scene which had followed on the white
cat's attack on Mrs. Crofton. And yet, while concerned and sorry, she had
been shocked at the poor young woman's utter lack of self-control.
It was quite true, as Betty had somewhat bitterly remarked, that she,
Janet Tosswill, did not care for cats. Unfortunately there was a certain
sentimental interest attached to Josephine, for she had been brought from
France as a kitten, a present from Betty to Timmy, by an officer who had
been George's closest pal. She was also ruefully aware that old Nanna
would very much resent the disappearance of "French pussy," as she had
always called Josephine. As for Timmy, Janet had never seen her boy look
as he had looked to-night since the dreadful day that they had received
the War Office telegram about George.
Leaving her room, she walked along the corridor till she came to Timmy's
door. She tried the handle, and, finding with relief that the door was
unlocked, walked in. At once there came a voice across the room, "Is that
you, Mum?"
"Yes, Timmy, it's Mum.
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