"Yes."
"And I'm quite forgiven?"
"It wasn't your fault! You know it wasn't."
"Well, we won't argue! Mrs. Lawless, if you don't drink that champagne I shall have to come and make you."
Marie drank some of it, and it did her good. The color stole slowly back to her cheeks.
They talked trivialities for the remainder of the meal, and then Feathers gravely washed up and stowed the remains of the feast away in the hamper.
"We'll go on to Henley for tea," he said, "and you'll see the houseboats. I came down to one three years ago with a house party. Chris and Atkins were there as well. By the way, I had a note from Atkins last night."
"Did you?" Marie flushed. "I should like to see him again," she said.
"Well, why not? Now Chris is home we must make up some dinner parties and theatre parties."
She looked away. "He's not home yet."