“I am going to ask you to do me a favour, dear. A friend is having a Sale of Work at her house for a charity in which we are both interested, and she has asked me to help. It is on a Saturday afternoon and evening, and I wondered if I might ask you to take part in the little concerts. Whistling is always popular, and you do it so charmingly. I would send the car for you, and take you home, of course, and be so very much indebted. You don’t mind my asking?”
“No, indeed; I should be delighted. Please let me help you whenever you can.”
In the bedroom upstairs Janet deliberately introduced Malcolm Heward’s name.
“That was the man I told you about at Christmas. He was one of the party at Saint Moritz. What did you think of him?”
“I liked him immensely. He looks all that you said he was. He has a fine face.”
“He wants to marry me.”
Claire laughed softly.
“That’s obvious! I never saw a man give himself away so openly.”
“Do you think I ought to accept him?”
“Oh, how can I say? It’s not for me to advise. I hope, whoever you marry, you’ll be very, very happy!”