"I don't believe that he's ever really cared for my mother."
Jon was silent. Val's words, the two past masters in the Club!
"You see, we don't know," went on Fleur; "it may have been a great shock. She may have behaved badly to him. People do."
"My mother wouldn't."
Fleur shrugged her shoulders. "I don't think we know much about our fathers and mothers. We just see them in the light of the way they treat US; but they've treated other people, you know, before we were born—plenty, I expect. You see, they're both old. Look at your father, with three separate families!"
"Isn't there any place," cried Jon, "in all this beastly London where we can be alone?"
"Only a taxi."
"Let's get one, then."
When they were installed, Fleur asked suddenly: "Are you going back to Robin Hill? I should like to see where you live, Jon. I'm staying with my aunt for the night, but I could get back in time for dinner. I wouldn't come to the house, of course."
Jon gazed at her enraptured.