He thrust his gloves into the pocket of his coat.
"You were coming, weren't you?" Helen asked.
"Of course I was."
She smiled with her extraordinary, almost comic, radiance. "I'll go and make the tea."
Because Daniel blundered through the doorway at that moment, Miriam followed Helen to the kitchen.
"He's going to teach me to drive," she said. "But what a horse! It goes on from generation to generation, like the practice!"
George Halkett had laughed at the horse, too, and Helen felt a cold resentment against him and Miriam.
"Your hair is very untidy, and your cheeks are blue," she said.
"Now you're being a cat. We certainly don't miss Notya when you are here. I'm in the delightful position, my dear, of being able to afford blue cheeks and untidy hair. Daniel won't notice them."
"No, he's arguing with Rupert."