Agnes wants to tell her that there is no question of selling. The words are on the tip of her tongue, curt, blunt. But Mrs Flynt seems to realise that she's chosen the wrong moment. Hurriedly, and a bit too jauntily, she says 'But first you're going to have a wonderful holiday. Here's your key. I hope that everything is in order over there. Which of the bairns did you bring this year?' She peers past the fuchsias and the honeysuckle at Agnes' car on the drive. 'Have they been before? I dinnae ken them, do I?' Astonished, Agnes follows her gaze and turns round. There are two children sitting in the back seat of her VW, a little boy and girl.