"Tomorrow?"
She nodded.
"Where are you going?"
"To see Talbot. He acted according to his lights. You can't expect a cockerel to sing like a lark. There is no sense in getting angry because things do not behave unnaturally. I made him feel very badly toward me yesterday. I think he can be adjusted. Some problems can be solved: some must be scrapped. Have you a car—Beryl's—good. Will you drop me in Curzon Street?"
She asked him no further questions and when in the car he held her hand in his, she felt beautifully peaceful and content.
"Good night, Christina. I will see Beryl tomorrow."
He closed the car door softly and she saw him knocking at No. 703 as she drove away.
The door was opened almost immediately.
"Is Mr. Talbot in, Brien?"
The butler stared.