“You know I always like to go out anywhere with you.”
“And April?”
“Of course, dear.”
“Well, then, what do you say to a dinner in Soho and the Adelphi afterwards?”
“But, dear—oh, you don’t mean it?”
“Yes, I do, mother. I wanted to celebrate my return, so I got the three seats. I’ve booked the table, and there we are.”
Her face flushed with pleasure.
“Oh, but you shouldn’t have, really you shouldn’t, and you don’t want me.”
“Of course we do, mother, and anyhow we could hardly go alone.”
“And have you told April?”