It was a
reasonable request, for the funny little vehicle only held two people and
a minute quantity of luggage. Still Jack had felt annoyed she had not
asked him to meet her. She seemed to him absurdly over-cautious.
About ten minutes before the motoring party's return, Rosamund hurried in
with a casual message that Enid was very tired, and so had gone straight
to bed; that she hoped some of them would come in and see her on the
morrow, Sunday. In any case they would all meet at church.
Jack was puzzled, hurt, and bitterly disappointed, and at once he went
off to write a note which should be, while wildly loving, yet clear in
its expressions of surprise that she had not sent him some sort of
message appointing a time for their next meeting. He found the letter
unexpectedly difficult to write, and he had already torn up two
beginnings, when the door behind him burst open, and, turning round
irritably, he saw Timmy rush across to a window and shout exultantly,
"Mum? We're back! And we've brought Josephine and her kittens. Mr.
Trotman said she'd be all right now."
Jack Tosswill jumped up from his chair. It was as if his pent-up feelings
of anger had found a vent at last: "You have, have you?" he cried in an
enraged voice.
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