“Nonsense. It’s more than that. What has happened to her?”
“Nothing; I told you so. She has serious bouts sometimes. She has one now. So would you have, if you sat in this wind, getting chilled through for an hour on end.”
“I am sorry to hear that. If it has not already happened, it must be still before her. It is written in her face.”
“Piers, how tiresome! Leave my Vanna alone. What is in her face?”
“Tragedy!” said Piers Rendall.
Chapter Seven.
“The Happy Land.”
The next event was the receipt of a letter from Mr Rendall’s mère, containing an invitation for lunch. Jean read it aloud to Vanna as they sat together on the tiny lawn where the postman had been intercepted.