“No, let me do that,” said Henry, following.
“Thanks so much! You see—he has forgiven me!”
The Colonel said gallantly: “I don’t expect there’s much to forgive.”
He got into the car. The ladies followed him after an interval. Maids, courier, and heavier luggage had been sent on earlier by the branch-line. Still chattering, still thanking their host and patronizing their future hostess, the guests were home away.
Then Margaret continued: “So that woman has been your mistress?”
“You put it with your usual delicacy,” he replied.
“When, please?”
“Why?”
“When, please?”
“Ten years ago.”