“Justin didn’t understand. I’ll speak to him. Of course he’ll write to Mr. Wilbraham. He’ll be only too glad.”
Coral clutched at her.
“You darling! Oh, you darling! Laura, if you worked that for me, I’d——” She choked.
Her excitement was as pathetic as it was incomprehensible to Laura. She laughed and said——
“When ought you to go?”
“At once. Grannie won’t mind. We’ve talked things out already, Timmy and everything. If I went up this afternoon——”
“Oh, Coral! And miss the dinner-party next week?” A dinner-party, even a dinner-party in honour of the new curate and the twins’ holiday, was an event to Laura.
“My dear, I can’t help it. If I’m to get the part I must be up in town at once. I’d go to my pal’s for the night and get details—to know how to dress up to the part. This won’t do.” She plucked at her black skirt. Then anxiously, “Oh, but are you sure he’ll write?”
“Don’t you worry. You go and talk to Grannie.”
Laura’s security infected even Coral. She flung her arms about her neck again.