You and Charlotte trying to divide two
apples among three people last night might be sisters."
"What rubbish! And if you dislike Charlotte so, it's rather a
pity you asked her to stop. I warned you about her; I begged you,
implored you not to, but of course it was not listened to."
"There you go."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Charlotte again, my dear; that's all; her very words."
Lucy clenched her teeth. "My point is that you oughtn't to have
asked Charlotte to stop. I wish you would keep to the point." And
the conversation died off into a wrangle.
She and her mother shopped in silence, spoke little in the train,
little again in the carriage, which met them at Dorking Station.
It had poured all day and as they ascended through the deep
Surrey lanes showers of water fell from the over-hanging
beech-trees and rattled on the hood. Lucy complained that the
hood was stuffy. Leaning forward, she looked out into the
steaming dusk, and watched the carriage-lamp pass like a
search-light over mud and leaves, and reveal nothing beautiful.
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