"I'm sorry for Ingred.

I'd heard the Saxons can't go back to their old house.
It's hard luck on them after lending it all these years to the Red Cross." "But _why_ aren't they going back ?" "Why, silly, because they can't keep it up, I suppose.

If you've any sense, you won't mention Rotherwood to Ingred again.

It's evidently a sore point.

Don't for goodness sake, go rubbing it into her." "I wasn't going to!" grumbled Beatrice.