She sent up to tell her sister that the brothers were there. Mrs. Small came down at once. She had bathed her face, which was still swollen, and though she looked severely at Swithin’s trousers, for they were of light blue⁠—he had come straight from the club, where the news had reached him⁠—she wore a more cheerful expression than usual, the instinct for doing the wrong thing being even now too strong for her.