“I don’t want to talk about him!”
“He’s pretty cut up, you know. Regrets bitterly and all that sort of thing. He wants you to come back again.”
“I see! He sent you to fetch me?”
“That was more or less the idea.”
“It’s a shame that you had all the trouble. You can get messenger-boys to go anywhere and do anything nowadays. Derek ought to have thought of that.”
Freddie looked at her doubtfully.
“You’re spoofing, aren’t you? I mean to say, you wouldn’t have liked that!”
“I shouldn’t have disliked it any more than his sending you.”
“Oh, but I wanted to pop over. Keen to see America and so forth.”
Jill looked past him at the gloomy stage. Her face was set, and her eyes sombre.