She stood up. Her face changed suddenly.
“Rodney—I forgot. They’re coming.”
“Who are they?”
“The Powells. They’re coming to lunch.”
“Can’t you put them off?”
“I can, but it wouldn’t be very wise, dear. They might think—”
“Confound them—they would think.”
He was pulling himself visibly together.
“I’m afraid, Aggy, I ought—”
“I know—you must. You must go soon.”