“And now you’re mocking me. It isn’t kind. No, it isn’t; it isn’t kind .”

“I never answered your question yet,” she observed.

“What question?”

“About your coming to see me when we were settled. I thought you wanted to know.”

“How about lunch?” said Page, from the doorway. “Do you know it’s after twelve?”

“The girl has got something for us,” said Laura. “I told her about it. Oh, just a pickup lunch⁠—coffee, chops. I thought we wouldn’t bother today. We’ll have to eat in the kitchen.”