They dropped Sophia at her own door, but Lord Borrodaile said he would take Vida home. They drove along in silence.
When they stopped before the tall house in Queen Anne's Gate, Vida held out her hand.
'It's late. I won't ask you in.'
'You are over-tired. Go to bed.'
'I wish I could. I'm dining out.'
He looked at her out of kind eyes. 'It begins to be dreadfully stuffy in town. I'm glad, after all, we're going on that absurd yachting trip.'
'I'm not going,' she said.
'Oh, nonsense! Sophia and I would break our hearts.'
'I'm sure about Sophia.'