‘Oh yes, lots of times. Good-bye.’
I turned down the stairs. I was glad to get away. It hurt me that Hugo should have gone out and forgotten—it had never happened before.
When I got to the Addingtons’ flat, Mollie was upstairs.
George was reading by the fire, with his back to the door.
He looked round and took his pipe out of his mouth.
‘Hullo,’ he said. ‘Where’s Hugo?’
‘Hugo had gone out to a play with Sophia.’
I pulled off my gloves and sat down in the other chair.
‘Strindberg,’ I said. ‘I don’t like Strindberg.’
George bent forward, and tapped his pipe out on the hob.