Trix put down the ornament she was examining.
“Doctor Hilary is coming to tea,” she announced carelessly, though she knew perfectly well that the colour was rising in her cheeks.
Pia looked at her.
“Trix!” she said.
“Yes, darling,” nodded Trix, “just that.”
“Oh, my Trix!” cried Pia delighted, putting her arms round her.
Miss Tibbutt looked a trifle bewildered.
“What is it?” she demanded
Pia laughed.
“These two,” she said, “Trix and Doctor Hilary. I told you, you remember, and said there were trains, though I never dreamed they would be utilized quite so literally. Of course it was yesterday?”