“She won’t take it if you do.”
“She’ll have to....”
At the corner of the Post Office the conversation took a personal turn.
“We’re having a social at the Baptist Church next Saturday. Will you come?” asked Helen (Helen attended a rather prosperous Baptist establishment in Upton Rising).
Catherine walked on for some moments before answering. She seemed to be weighing things up.
“I might,” she answered. Then, as an after-thought, she added: “I suppose you’ll all be there?”
“Oh yes. There’ll be me and father and mother and Millie, perhaps the Lester girls as well....”
“George?” Catherine’s voice rather overdid itself in the effort to appear casual. Helen looked at her keenly.
“Possibly,” she replied, in a voice that might have meant anything. There came a rather curious pause. They had reached the corner of the High Street before Helen spoke again.
“So that’s it, is it?” she remarked, as they crossed the tramway junction.