‘Quite perfect,’ he said, admiring the Kerria. ‘Wherever you are, things grow as they should, and there’s peace, and order, and exact rightness.’
‘Marriage has turned you into a flatterer,’ smiled Mrs. Luke, still putting off Mr. Thorpe.
‘It has made me realise what a mother I’ve got,’ said Jocelyn, pressing her arm.
‘Darling Jocelyn. But surely rather an unusual result?’
‘My marriage is unusual.’
‘Yes,’ said Mrs. Luke, bracing herself. ‘Yes. I suppose—we had better talk about it.’
‘But we are talking about it.’
‘I mean the future.’
‘Well, I’ve told you my plans.’
‘But I haven’t told you mine.’