"If you can't be an ass at twenty," said Frances, "when can you be?"
They said it was so like Nicky. For all he knew to the contrary his career was ruined; but he didn't care. You couldn't make any impression on him. They wondered if anybody ever would.
Dorothy wondered too.
"What sort of rooms has he got, Anthony?" said Frances.
"Very nice rooms, at the top of the house, looking over the river."
"Darling Nicky, I shall go and see him. What are you thinking of, Dorothy?"
Dorothy was thinking that Nicky's address at Chelsea was the address that Desmond had given her yesterday.
XIII
When Frances heard that Nicholas was going about everywhere with the painter girl they called Desmond, she wrote to Vera to come and see her. She could never bring herself to go to the St. John's Wood house that was so much more Mr. Lawrence Stephen's house than it was Vera's.