Ginger was silent for a moment.
“I say, I don't want to butt in, but can I do anything?”
“No, really, Ginger, I know you would do anything you could, but this is just something I must worry through by myself. When do you go down to this place?”
“I was thinking of popping down this afternoon, just to take a look round.”
“Let me know what train you're making and I'll come and see you off.”
“That's ripping of you. Right ho. Well, so long.”
“So long,” said Sally.
Mrs. Fillmore, who had been sitting in that state of suspended animation which comes upon people who are present at a telephone conversation which has nothing to do with themselves, came to life as Sally replaced the receiver.
“Sally,” she said, “I think we ought to have a talk now about what you're going to do.”
Sally was not feeling equal to any discussion of the future. All she asked of the world at the moment was to be left alone.