He said:
‘He went off with Sophia to a Strindberg play. Did he know you were going to come?’
I said:
‘Yes, he knew—but I suppose he forgot. It doesn’t matter.’
We both stood still for a minute. I wanted to say something else, but I couldn’t think of anything to say.
Guy said:
‘Come along in.’
And I said:
‘No, I can’t. George and Mollie will be waiting.’
I wanted to say: ‘Don’t tell Hugo I came,’ but I couldn’t say it.