“There’s an endless supply of the remedy always at hand,” she returned presently.
“That’s merely another version of the fishes in the sea,” he answered. “But when I’ve shaped my appetite to sole, mackerel is no substitute. I’ve hauled in my line... I think you might have offered more original advice than that,” he added, slightly aggrieved.
“I wash my hands of your case,” she said. “You aren’t needing advice. You are entirely satisfied with your life as it is.”
“Yes,” he agreed. “I am borrowing a leaf from your book and enjoying the now.”
Chapter Three.
The following afternoon Dare called upon Pamela, and was glad to find her at home and alone. He was returning the next day to Johannesburg, he explained, and was not likely to be in Cape Town again for some time.
Pamela entertained him in the garden, and gave him tea under the trees on the lawn. She expressed regret for her husband’s absence: he had motored into town, and would not be home before seven.
“He will be so sorry to miss you,” she said. “You had better stay and dine with us.”