"Not any more than they do now surely?" "Yes, far more. A few of the Greene relations may swallow me, but most of them will think everything I do is wrong, and they'll be sorry for Hugh, and you know quite well, Drusilla, that I shall never be able to scold the servants." "I think that probably comes with practice," Drusilla reassured her, "and, anyhow, you aren't going to be living so far away that we can't keep an eye on you." "I know. That does help of course. But Drusilla I do feel I must go on letting Hugh be a Greene; I mustn't try to absorb him into our family. I really have a scruple about it." "Well, I don't think you need have. There isn't the faintest chance of Hugh being disassociated from his family. But anyhow you're full of contradictions; only this morning you said you thought of him as an isolated fragment or something." "Really Drusilla, you're very dense sometimes," said Jessica a little piqued, but Drusilla only laughed. "You can't possibly understand," began Jessica, but at the sound of a car drawing up at the front door below with a good deal of unnecessary hooting, she stopped and sat bolt upright, a scarlet patch of excitement on either cheek. "Drusilla, that's Hugh!" she said, and jumping out of bed she darted over to the window, pushed it up and hung out, waving wildly. Drusilla leaned over her shoulder, and saw Hugh standing on the steps below carrying two huge parcels and smiling up at Jessica. "Darling, come up and see me," called Jessica, "it's most unseemly of you to be here on our wedding day, but since you are here you must come up. What have you come for anyhow?" "Two important presents from two important people," said Hugh gaily, "Mother wants them shown in most conspicuous places, and incidentally she thought she'd better give me a job to keep my nerves steady." "Oh are you nervous, Hugh? Do come up at once, dearest. Why does nobody let you in?" "I don't suppose you've rung, have you?" Drusilla called down. "Heavens, I forgot," said Hugh laughing, "I was just going to when Jessica appeared for the balcony scene." He laid down one parcel, and rang the bell, still looking up. "Couldn't you throw me a flower or something romantic?" he asked. Jessica tore a small bow of gold ribbon off the shoulder of her nightgown, kissed it and flung it down to him. "There you are," she called, watching it flutter slowly and uncertainly down to the street, "my God, it's going down into the area; it'll be wasted on cook. No it isn't; it's all right." As her shrill excited tones followed the flight of the light scrap of ribbon, a shocked and inquisitive face appeared at the window opposite, and at the same moment she heard her mother's voice behind her. "Jessica, come in at once. This is really too much; you must not lean out of the window in your nightgown; Drusilla, you shouldn't have allowed her."