“Well, you bet. She simply loves our dances.”
“Did she say she did?”
“She sat on the pavilion seat with Bevan Seymour all the afternoon and I was with them when Ted was playing with the duffer. She told Bevan that she didn’t know anywhere else where the kids arranged the dances, and everything was so jolly. It’s screaming, my dear, she said.”
“It’s horrid the way she calls him ‘my dear.’ Your ring is simply dazzling like that, Harry. D’you see? It’s the sun.”
“Of course it’ll mean she’ll sit out in a deck chair in the garden with Bevan all the time.”
“How disgusting.”
“It’s her turn for the pavilion tea on Saturday. She’s coming in her white muslin and then coming straight on here with two sticks and wants us to keep her some flowers. Let’s go and have tea. It’ll be nearly dinner time.”
“Has Mary made a cake?”
“I dunno. Tea was to be in the breakfast-room when you came back.”
“Why not in the conservatory?”