Martin’s bewilderment was transparent. Grizel dropped her eyes, and played with her cigarette. A suspicious listener might have accused her of searching for a judicious reply.
“Well!—he’s engaged. And I don’t want her. She would be in the way.”
“Is it necessary to ask her at all?”
“If he comes, yes. I think we ought.”
Martin looked thoughtful in his turn. It was evident that, like his wife, he was not anxious for the society of Teresa Mallison, but after a moment’s consideration he was ready with a solution.
“We’ll ask her from Friday till Monday, at the end of his stay. Then they can travel home together. She will understand that he is asked primarily for golf. What on earth makes you imagine that he doesn’t like you?”
Grizel pursed her lips.
“I think... he thinks, I have more than my share!”
“Of—what?”
“Happiness.”