And she told him very seriously, as they heaved along towards Crippenham, that the real mistake had been Sally’s marrying beneath her.
‘Beneath her?’ repeated Jocelyn, staring.
‘Isn’t it apparent?’ said Laura. ‘Angels should only marry other angels, and not descend to entanglements with perfectly ordinary——’
‘No, I’m damned if I’m ordinary,’ thought Jocelyn. ‘And who the devil is she, anyhow?’
‘Bad-tempered,’ continued Laura.
‘Yes, I’m beastly bad-tempered,’ he admitted.
‘Conceited——’
‘I swear I’m not conceited,’ he said.
‘Aren’t you?’ said Laura, turning her head and scrutinising him with bright, mocking eyes.
And then, coming swift and silent as an arrow along the road towards their taxi, she saw her father’s car.