“Well, I’m sure I don’t want to stand in her way,” Elsie declared contemptuously.
“Anyone less selfish than you are, Elsie, would offer to help things on a bit. I can’t be for ever asking him here, and he’s not got the money to take her out a great deal. Why don’t you get them to meet at your place?”
“Perhaps I will,” said Elsie slowly.
She was rather silent during tea, mentally reviewing her mother’s suggestion from various angles.
Leslie Morrison definitely attracted her. She asked him how long he was to remain in London.
“Not long, Mrs. Williams. I’m doing Bristol and Gloucestershire next week, and then I’m taking my holiday.”
“Where are you going for that?” Mrs. Palmer enquired.
“I haven’t made up my mind. Anywhere near the sea is good enough for me.”
“My husband and I are thinking of Torquay,” Elsie said. “We’ve been wondering if you’d care to come along, Geraldine. I suppose Mother wants to stew on in London, as per usual.”
“That’s right,” Mrs. Palmer assented complacently. She looked at her younger daughter with approval. It was the first time, actually, that Elsie had ever invited Geraldine to spend a holiday with her.