She was living by herself, she said, in rooms near Sloane Square.
‘Not far from us,’ said Mollie. ‘You must come and see us. Do come and see us.’
Sophia said she would like to come, and Mollie gave her their address.
‘Come to supper on Thursday,’ she said. ‘Can you? Just my brother and me.’
And Sophia said she would.
‘A funny, quiet, little person,’ said Grandmother when she had gone. ‘Not at all like her father, as I remember him.’
‘Oh, not quiet—wild,’ said Hugo. ‘Like a wild animal in a cage.’
‘I think she was very shy,’ said Mollie, ‘but I liked her.’
‘She was wild when she was at school,’ I said. ‘Wild underneath, I mean’; and I wondered how Hugo had seen so much in so short a time. But that was like Hugo.