"I'll drive you home, Auntie."
They stepped in.
"It's months since we saw you, child."
"Yes, Auntie. I've come straight from Paris. I'm going to see Mamma at Baarn."
"And then?"
"I shall go back to Paris. I'm living there now ... I intended to come and see you too, Auntie."
"Come in then, dear, and stay to lunch."
"I should like to, Auntie."
They got out at the villa in the Kerkhoflaan. Emilie dismissed the fly. Indoors, she removed her hat, took off the tulle boa, lost something of her exaggerated smartness....
"We have an hour left before lunch, Emilie," said Constance. "Come up to my bedroom. I want to talk to you."