"No, she would never come."
Maggy was thinking.
"I expect Lexie would love to go," she cogitated. "And so should I. But I ought to stop at the flat.... Would it be very wrong if I didn't? He—Fred—is very strict about me. I wish I'd asked him...."
Chalfont did not attempt persuasion.
"All right," she said suddenly. "I'll come. It would be a shame to prevent Lexie having a good time. She wouldn't come without me. It will be simply lovely!"
"I'll motor you both down on Christmas Eve and bring you back in time for the theater on Boxing night. I think you'll like the old place."
"Shall I? What makes you think so?"
"For one thing because of the cedars on the lawn."
"Like in my dream? Oh, ripping!"
"And there is the home-farm. You like animals."