"It was not my fault, Mum. Even
Mr. Trotman said there was nothing the matter with her."
And now Jack was beginning to repent of his hasty, cruel words. He was as
angry as ever with Timmy, but he was ashamed of having spoken as he had
done to Janet--the woman who, as he knew deep in his heart, was not only
the best of step-mothers, but the best of friends, to his sisters and
himself.
"Of course I don't mind her being at Trotman's, but I do very much object
to her being here," he said ungraciously.
"I'll see about her being sent back to Epsom to-day," said Janet quietly.
She turned to her son: "Now then, Timmy, I'm afraid we shall have to ask
poor Godfrey to start back at once after tea."
"Oh, I say," called out Jack awkwardly. "I don't want the cat to go as
soon as that, Janet. To-morrow will do all right. All I ask is that the
brute shall be taken away before it has a chance of seeing Mrs. Crofton
again."
"Very well; the cat shall go to-morrow."
Drawing her little boy quickly after her, Janet left the drawing-room,
crossed the corridor, walked into the empty schoolroom, and then, to
Timmy's unutterable surprise, burst into bitter tears.
Now Timmy had never seen his mother cry--and she herself was very much
taken aback.
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