Antony Green took the green box out of his pocket and drummed his fingers on it. Everyone’s eyes went to it. It seemed twice as bright as anything in the gray seaside air. Most of the Mrs. Urs looked away rather quickly. Aunt Maria covered her face with one glove. “Elaine,” she said in her low, grieving voice, “they’ve got my little Naomi. How tragic!” Elaine was staring past Aunt Maria’s hat at Antony Green. When she thought she had caught his eye, she smiled. She really gave him the works. It was beyond all her other smiles, not two-line, but three-line at least. I thought she was going to split her ears. You couldn’t say Antony Green took no notice, exactly. He smiled back, and of course he had a smile at least to equal Elaine’s. But I saw why Aunt Maria had tried to get rid of him. His smile was perfectly friendly, but it showed he wasn’t going to budge an inch. “Good morning,” he said. “I’ve come back to right a wrong.
