“Is that all?”
“One other question. Can you give the name of the doctor Lady Wutherwood saw before she went to the nursing home?”
“Good heavens, no! It was years ago.”
“Or the nursing-home?”
“It was in Devonshire. Could it have been on Dartmoor or am I thinking of something else?”
“How did you get on, Maman?” asked Frid in French.
“Not so badly,” answered her mother in the same tongue. “I have made him laugh, at least.”
“Laugh!” Lord Charles ejaculated. “ Mon Dieu, what at?”
“I had to work for it,” said Charlot wearily. “He thinks I’m a sort of elderly enfant terrible. He thinks he made the most formidable gaffe in laughing at me. He apologized quite charmingly.”
“I hope you didn’t overdo it, Immy.”