“What did he talk about, then? Well—whom did he talk about?”
“His m-mother.”
“Deb, I can positively hear you squirming. Own up. Why are you shielding him?”
“I’m not,” protested Deb unhappily.
Antonia let her off. “What are you doing to-day?”
“I think I’ll go to Hampstead and ask myself to tea with the Rothenburgs—the Redburys, I mean. Nell was the kiddy I introduced to you last week; you liked her, didn’t you?”
“Yes—I’ve just rung her up to invite her to the show of etchings at the Leicester Galleries.”
“Never mind. I can see her another time.”
“Sure you don’t mind?”
“Not a bit. Any message for La llorraine? I’ll pay them a visit this afternoon, instead of the Redburys.”