“No!” he said. “Only you’ve got to start in twenty-five minutes.”
“Have I?” she cried. Suddenly he held up a warning finger, and rose to his feet.
Flossie had given a short bark, then three loud sharp yaps of warning.
Silent, he put his plate on the tray and went downstairs. Constance heard him go down the garden path. A bicycle bell tinkled outside there.
“Morning, Mr. Mellors! Registered letter!”
“Oh, ay! Got a pencil?”
“Here y’are!”
There was a pause.
“Canada!” said the stranger’s voice.
“Ay! That’s a mate o’ mine out there in British Columbia. Dunno what he’s got to register.”
“ ’Appen sent y’a fortune, like.”
“More like wants summat.”
Pause.
“Well! Lovely day again!”
“Ay!”
“Morning!”
“Morning!”
After a time he came upstairs again, looking a little angry.