"I won't let her do that," Evie promised.
"All right," I said.... "And by the way"—I put this as if it had just occurred to me—"should you care to have Louie Causton up if Billy knows where to find her?"
"Yes, I should some time—but not just now, dear. You'll tell Miriam, then?"
"Yes."
I had promised it before I remembered something that might have made me less ready to promise it. It was now the beginning of October. We had to take our holidays in rotation at the F.B.C.; for a fortnight I had been working late in order that Whitlock might take his; and next on the list in our department was Miss Levey. Grumbling that it was almost too late to take a holiday at all, she was going away for a week-end only. Instantly, I saw what that meant....
The next day I capitulated to her as gracefully as I could.
"You'll be able to have a really satisfactory visit now, a whole day," I said. "It would only have been a couple of hours before."
"I'll take such good care of her!" she purred.
"I am sure you will," I said conciliatingly....
Three days later Miss Levey was up at Verandah Cottage. She was up there the next day also. Although she had always gone by the time I returned at night, she was up several times after that.