Robin shut the lid of the teapot and came over to her.
“Do you like it?”
“The fan?”
“The whole thing?”
“It’s lovely, but I fancy it would have been lovelier without the fan.”
“Why?”
She considered, holding her head slightly on one side and half closing her eyes.
“The woman’s of eternity, but the fan’s of a day,” she said presently. “It belittles her, I think. It makes her chic when she might have been—”
She stopped.
“Throw away your fan!” he said in a low, eager voice.