Luten would look at him with that frozen gray eye and make him feel like an errant schoolboy. Prance would poke fun at him, very likely with a bit of gratuitous Latin or French thrown in.Thing to do, tell Corrie, and let her tell the others. She’d cut up a bit but he didn’t mind that. With this course of action in mind, he went to call on her at breakfast time. She sat with her companion, Mrs. Ballard, whose jaw was swollen but who still smiled vaguely at Pattle and said it was a lovely day, which told him she hadn’t been out, for while the sun was shining the wind was getting that nasty winter nip in it.Deuced odd how everybody else could keep a warm house in such weather. Their houses smelled of nice toast and coffee at breakfast time, whereas his smelled like smoke and stale ale.“Coffen, you were to take breakfast with Prance today,” Corinne reminded him. “Did you forget?”“As a matter of fact, I did.” He slid on to a chair, flickered an impatient eye at Mrs. Ballard and said, “Actually, I wanted a word with you.”Seeing that Mrs.
