‘Oh, what fun! Yes, do let’s—I’d love it!’ exclaimed Mary.
Stephen thought that her voice sounded pleased and excited, and in spite of herself she sighed a little. But after all nothing really mattered except that Mary should keep well and happy. She would certainly take her to Valérie Seymour’s—why not? She had probably been very foolish. Selfish too, sacrificing the girl to her cranks—
‘Darling, of course we’ll go,’ she said quickly. ‘I expect we’ll find it awfully amusing.’
7
Three days later, Valérie, having seen Brockett, wrote a short but cordial invitation: ‘Do come in on Wednesday if you possibly can—I mean both of you, of course. Brockett’s promised to come, and one or two other interesting people. I’m so looking forward to renewing our acquaintance after all this long time, and to meeting Miss Llewellyn. But why have you never been to see me? I don’t think that was very friendly of you! However, you can make up for past neglect by coming to my little party on Wednesday. . . .’
Stephen tossed the letter across to Mary. ‘There you are!’
‘How ripping—but will you go?’
‘Do you want to?’
‘Yes, of course. Only what about your work?’
‘It will keep all right for one afternoon.’