'And don't for goodness sake bother yourself about Cecil. As if there was any man in the world who hadn't liked somebody some time or other!'
Hyacinth laughed, kissed her, and went away.
CHAPTER XXVII
Miss Wrenner
One day Bruce came into the flat much more briskly than usual. There was a certain subdued satisfaction in his air that Edith was glad to see. He sat down, lit a cigarette, and said—
'Edith, you know how strongly I disapprove of the modern fashion of husbands and wives each going their own way—don't you?'
'Where are you thinking of going, dear?'
'Who said I was thinking of going anywhere?'
'No-one. But it's obvious, or you wouldn't have begun like that.'
'Why? What did you think I was going to say next?'