“Unfortunately, I broke the point. However, I daresay I can make it do.”
He pulled one of the corks out of the whisky bottle and filled the decanter.
“Hasn’t Clare finished dressing yet?” he said presently. “What on earth is she doing?”
“I expect she wants her blouse done up at the back,” said Mrs. Heywood.
Herbert jerked up his head.
“And then she complains because I can’t tie my own tie I Just like women.”
He drew out another cork rather violently and said:
“Well, go and see after her, mother.”
Mrs. Heywood went toward the bedroom door and called out in her silvery voice:
“Are you ready, dear?”