Don't regret your youth, Miss Cardinal.You'll want it back again one day.I said to Martin only yesterday..."Neither Aunt Anne nor Amy Warlock had anything to say, so that quite suddenly on the entrance of tea, conversation dropped.They all sat there and looked at one another.There was a large silver tray with silver tea-things upon it and a fat swelling china dish that held hot buttered toast.There was a standing wicker pyramid containing bread and butter, plates of little yellow and red cakes, shortbread and very heavy plum cake black with currants.
Mrs.Warlock had ceased all conversation, her eyes were fixed upon the preparations for tea.The door opened and John Warlock and his son came in.
Maggie's eyes lighted when she saw Martin Warlock.She behaved as she might have done had she been in her own room at St.Dreots.She sprang up from her chair and stood there, smiling, waiting for him.
First his father shook hands with her, then Martin came and stood beside her, laughing.
His face was flushed and he seemed excited about something, but she felt nothing save her pleasure at meeting him, and it was only when he had moved on to her aunt that she was conscious once more of Amy Warlock's eyes, and wondered whether she had behaved badly in jumping up to meet him.