“None of that,” said Tobias sharply. “She’s a nice lady and you’ve given her a nasty scare.” There was a pause. “My God,” said Silver, “you like my mother.” Tobias frowned at him. “But of course you like my mother; she’s nearly as prickly as Bramble. Does she like you?” Silver peered at him. “She does! Heaven help me, I’ve made a terrible mistake.” “What do you mean?” said Tobias. “Only that I never attempt to make myself charming to men my mother likes,” said Silver.
