I thought:
‘She is very lovely, and very young.’
She said:
‘There’s a dance to-night, at Bengy’s . . . you know . . . jazz of course . . . simply divine! simply divine! Old 31 is coming . . . his leg’s nearly all right. . . . It’s rotten,’ she said, ‘that you can’t come!’
And Guy said:
‘Awfully rotten!’
I thought:
‘How can she talk like that to Guy? Doesn’t she know that he will not dance any more?’
It was time for me to go, and Diana came with me to the top of the stairs.
‘Awfully good of you to come,’ she said, ‘he wanted to see you. . . . Come again when you can; he gets awfully blue, you know, at times. . . I buck him up a bit, chaff him, you know, and that sort of thing, but it’s jolly rotten really . . . bucked him up no end seeing you. . . .’