“The vision is with me now.”
She had to perfection, the art of allowing her mind to drift away when she thought it advisable.
“And so you took poor Billy in?” she said.
Geoffrey coughed. “Well, in a sense,” he answered.
She rose. “We’ll go at once,” she said. “Is it far?”
“Not very, but it is going to be hard work.”
He felt more practical. His delight had slipped from him at the realisation of her relationship to McVay. For a moment he felt depressed, then as he saw her struggling to undo the knot that held the comforter about her, he forgot everything but the pleasure of doing her a service. And in the midst of this joy, the coverlet slid to the ground and revealed her clad from head to foot in his sister’s sables.
There was a pause.
“What are you looking at?” she asked.
“That is a nice warm coat you have on.”