'Not so bad.' Jane extracted carbons from a drawer and fitted them to her paper. Then she stretched, like a cat.
'Oh, I'm sleepy…. Don't feel like work to-day. For two pins I'd cut it and go out with you and mother. The sun's shining, isn't it?'
Clare stood by the window, and swung the blind-tassel. They had five days of Paris before them, and Paris suddenly seemed empty….
'We're going to have a topping week,' she said.
Then Lord Pinkerton came in.
'Hobart gone?' he asked Jane.
'Yes.'
'Majendie in my room?'
'Yes.'
Lord Pinkerton patted Clare's shoulder as he passed her.