She set two in front of her brothers and mashed the vegetables in the one she had poured for herself with a fork, before taking Luke from David. ‘So, the toff came in here.’ David lifted a spoonful of soup to his lips and blew on it to cool it. ‘How many times do you want me to tell you that he did?’ Mary sat opposite her brothers and settled Luke on her lap. ‘You haven’t told me what he had to say for himself.’ ‘Not much.’ ‘So why did you let him in?’ ‘I told you,’ she reiterated impatiently. ‘He carried Martha in. Miss Adams said his name was Mr Harry Evans and he’s related to one of the patients in the castle.’ David took the crust from the loaf she had sliced and dunked it into his soup. ‘He’s rich. You only have to look at his clothes to see that. And he had a car.’ ‘I saw it.’ Mary handed Luke a finger of bread, but he screwed up his eyes and threw it down in a fit of temper. ‘Martha said it costs a lot of money to keep someone in Craig-y-Nos.’ ‘I suppose it does.’ She was too busy fighting to keep Luke on her lap to pay much attention to what David was saying.
