"Then it's come off, has it?"
"I don't know, but I think it's coming."
"Dear Mrs. Brockles, how did you manage it?"
"I didn't. That's the beauty of it. He managed it himself. He asked me to have her down."
She let him take that in, too, in all its immense significance.
"Who is she?"
"Little Molly Milner—a niece of Nora Viveash's. He met her there last winter."
Their eyes met, full of remembrance.
"If anybody managed it, it was Nora. Jimmy, do you know, that woman's a perfect dear."
"I know you always said so."