Castleton suddenly laughed very loudly.
"What's Fuz laughing at?" asked Jenny.
"I was thinking of Madge and Maudie getting off with the Curator of the Tate Gallery. It struck me as funny. I apologize."
Jenny looked at him suspiciously. Castleton, however, large, wide-faced and honest, could not be malicious.
"Well, they do. They did at the Zoo once. Only he got annoyed when they asked him if he slept in a cage."
At this point the bell interrupted reminiscence.
"That must be Lilli Vergoe," said Jenny. "I'll go down and let her in. She'll feel uncomfortable walking into a crowd by herself."
"I'll come as well," Maurice volunteered.
The two of them took almost longer to descend than to come up, so much discussion was there of the immortality of affection, so much weighing up of comparative emotion. When they reached the studio with Lilli, the party had settled down into various groups of conversation.
"What about tea?" said the host. "Jenny shall pour out."