(Well, you've been expecting this, haven't you? You've been prepared for it? Steady!)
"Do you love him?"
Jenny looked away.
"No. But I'm afraid he's very much in love with me. And then grandmother — and, of course, Aunt Cicely—" "Do you love him?"
Still without looking round, Jenny shook her head violently. "Who is he?"
"He's awfully nice. He was one of the original Battle-of-Britain pilots. And his record since then…" The soft, sweet voice, perhaps over-cultured in accent, trailed away. "Did you ever try to find me?" Jenny asked accusingly.
"Jenny, I've done nothing else ever since that night! But all I knew was your nickname!"
"Jenny is short for Jennifer. Surely you could have guessed that?"
"Yes, of course. Only I thought.."
"You thought — you thought I gave that name on some kind of casual adventure." She clenched her fists.