“You are going to have a busy day,” remarked Kenneth. “Leslie, who was in our party?”
“Well, the Hernshaws, for one,” began Leslie thoughtfully.
“Two, darling. Mr and Mrs Gerald Hernshaw, Haltings, Cranleigh, Superintendent. That'll be a nice little jaunt for you.”
“And Tommy Drew,” continued Leslie.
“Honourable Thomas Drew, Albany. That's an easy one for you, but he wasn't noticeably sober after eleven, so he may not be so useful.”
“And some people called Westley. I don't know where they live.”
“Were those the blights that came with Arthur and Paula?” inquired Kenneth, interested. “I danced with the female one. They live somewhere on Putney Hill, and breed Pomeranians.”
“You made that bit up,” said Antonia accusingly.
“I did not. The She-Wesley said she got three firsts at Richmond with her bitch Pansy of Poltmore.”
“Then Poltmore is probably the name of her house,” said Antonia. “I call Pansy a perfectly rotten name for a dog.”