As neither of us would obey the other, we remained where we were.
Cliffe informed me that Lady Fenimore had called him in to see Sir Anthony, whom she described as being on the obstinate edge of a nervous breakdown.

I was sorry to hear it.
"I suppose you've tried to send him, too, to Bournemouth ?" "I haven't," Cliffe replied gravely.

"He has got something on his mind.
I'm sure of it.

So is his wife.

What's the good of sending him away ?" "What do you think is on his mind ?" I asked.
"How do I know?
His wife thinks it must be something to do with Boyce's reception.