‘Frankly,’ said Mr Campion, who had met the beast, ‘no.’
‘I agree,’ put in Westy hastily. ‘That’s a job for Jake, Minnie. He likes it.’
‘Well, will you see he does? Then you can harness the tub, and the baths and the six boxes of glasses can all go down together. Don’t forget to get yourself some tea. This goes on for days and you’ll get utterly exhausted and hate it if you don’t eat. Have a lump of cake now.’
‘Okay ma’am, I’ll get it as I go by. Any message for the cottage?’
She examined the list carefully. ‘No—unless . . . “Tell Jake about stomach” . . . Westy, I wonder if that wouldn’t come better from you.’
‘What’s that?’
‘Well—’ she hesitated and her fierce eyes were deeply serious, ‘—no one minds how a man dresses nowadays, and all that sort of rubbish has gone for good, but so
