"No, that's just it!" Ricky appealed to Stannard as much as, to Martin. "But — it's about Susan Harwood."
Stannard whistled. "You don't mean they're going to meet?"
"They've met already, in a way. At charity do's. But this is different Martin, you'll stand by? You're in the same boat"
‘I’ll do anything I can, of course."
Ruth, tapping her fingers on her handbag, said nothing.
"Susan knows about it" Ricky explained, with one eye on the road and one eye on his companions, "but Mother doesn't At one o'clock I’ll be strolling with Mother. The place will be near, but not too near, a lemonade-stall or an ice-cream stall or something like that"
"Ricky," Ruth cried, "what are you planning?"
"Will you be quiet, old girl, and listen to me?"
"Honestly, Ricky…"
"Ill introduce 'em," Ricky ignored the protest "and then I'll out with it I'll say this is the girl I'm- going to marry, and wouldn't they like to get acquainted? Mother can't make a scene in public. Then I'll say, 'Just get you an ice; excuse me a moment'"