'Good-bye,' said Anne. 'I'll write to you—once—and tell you what has happened.'
'Do, and be quick; I shall be busy buying yachting dresses. By the way, you might take the telegram.'
Anne waited while she wrote—
'Frightfully sorry, dinner next week unavoidably postponed as unexpectedly leaving town for season. Writing. Eugenia Selsey.'
'I will write to her when I've arranged it with my husband.'
Anne took the telegram.
CHAPTER XXXV
'That Woman'
By the end of their drive Eugenia had quite come to the conclusion that Cecil was as foolish as ever, and that she would not be alone with him again. At first it had amused her to see him once more, but when she saw the infatuation revive, she was bored and sorry—and particularly sorry she had given him the opportunity of expressing it. She had told him, definitely, that she would not see him again except with Hyacinth. He had declared it was merely the excitement of having met her, and implored forgiveness, undertaking in future to regard her as a friend merely.
This reconciliation—for they had had quite a quarrel in the cab coming back—and the solemn compact and promise on Cecil's part to ignore the old terms, had led to the invitation that Hyacinth regarded as an insult added to injury.