“Hullo!” said his wife—“Where have you been all day?”
“I lunched over at Becket’s House—Fuller asked me to stay. And in the afternoon I went to see Jenny.”
He had not meant to tell them, but now he suddenly found he had done so. Vera lifted her eyebrows.
“Oh. So you’ve forgiven her at last. I think you might have told me before you went there. I want to thank her for writing to me, and you could have saved me the fag of a letter. She’ll think it odd my not sending any message.”
“I’m sorry, but I never thought of going till I found myself over there.”
“And how is Jenny?” asked Rose.
“She seemed very well.”
“And happy?”
“Yes—and happy.”
“Is she still living like the wife of a working-man, with only one maid?”