Chapter 6 Mr Robinson

‘I wonder what Tuppence is doing now,’ said Tommy, sighing.
‘Excuse me, I didn’t quite hear what you said.’
Tommy turned his head to look at Miss Collodon more closely. Miss Col-lodon was thin, emaciated¹, had grey hair which was slowly passingthrough the stage of recovering from a peroxide rinse² designated to makeher look younger (which it had not done). She was now trying variousshades of artistic³ grey, cloudy smoke, steel blue and other interestingshades suitable for a lady between sixty and sixty-five, devoted⁴ to the pur-suit of research. Her face represented a kind of ascetic⁵ superiority and asupreme confidence in her own achievements.
‘Oh, it was nothing really, Miss Collodon,’ said Tommy. ‘Just–just some-thing I was considering, you know. Just thinking of.’
And what is it, I wonder, thought Thomas, being careful this time not toutter the words aloud, that she can be doing today. Something silly, I bet.
Half killing⁶ herself in that extraordinary, obsolete⁷ child’s toy that’ll cometo pieces carrying her down the hill, and she’ll probably end up with abroken something or other. Hips⁸, it seems to be nowadays, though I don’tsee why hips are more vulnerable than anything else. Tuppence, hethought, would at this moment be doing something silly or foolish or, ifnot that, she would be doing something which might not be silly or foolishbut would be highly dangerous. Yes, dangerous. It was always difficultkeeping Tuppence out of danger. His mind roved vaguely⁹ over various in-cidents in the past. Words of a

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