“Wouldn’t it!” said Connie.

And she chose three R.A. pictures of sixty years ago, to send to the Duchess of Shortlands for the lady’s next charitable bazaar. She was called “The bazaar duchess,” and she always asked all the county to send things for her to sell. She would be delighted with three framed R.A. ’s. She might even call, on the strength of them. How furious Clifford was when she called!

But oh my dear! Mrs. Bolton was thinking to herself. Is it Oliver Mellors’ child you’re preparing us for? Oh my dear, that would be a Tevershall baby in the Wragby cradle, my word! Wouldn’t shame it, neither!