“No,” Jack said. “You can explain your brilliant plan, and what happened, to the people who love you. And you can deal with all their yelling yourself.” “Violet will yell. Robin won’t,” said Maud glumly. “He’ll look hurt and worried. It’ll be awful.” “Good,” said Jack. “You deserve it. Goodbye, Maud.” “Ill-bred cad,” said Maud, but one of her dimples popped into view and she went inside readily enough, leaving Jack standing with Ross on the street.
