‘No; so I expect they were all right.’
‘I do hope they were. He hates restaurant cars, you know, and won’t go and have a proper lunch in them. And it’s important——’
‘Of course. How are you, darling?’
‘Quite well. It’s wonderful how well I feel. How did you think Stephen was looking?’
‘Quite well.’
‘Not tired? That journey every week is so tiring. I must say I shall be glad when Lent is over. Isn’t it wonderful, mother, how he works, how he gives up his life——’
‘And how very well he is preaching. You have made him preach like that.’
‘I?’
‘Yes. By just loving him.’
Virginia blushed. ‘But who could help it?’ she asked.