He could hear her light laugh as she spoke.
"I can't make you believe that I'm not cross at all," he said.
"No, you can't. Paddy!" Her voice had a coaxing note as she said his name.
"Yes."
"Come to lunch with me. Jimphy's gone off for the day somewhere...."
"I'm sorry!..."
"Do come, Paddy. I want you to come. I do, really!"
He paused for a second or two before he replied. After all why should he not go?...
"I'm sorry," he said, "but I really can't lunch with you. I'm going to Ireland!..."
"Going where?"