“That’s just what I did,” he admitted.
“Very well then, I suggest diversions.”
“But what sort? I play golf now and then, but it doesn’t take my mind off the book. Why, I remember perfectly solving a problem once—it had something to do, I think, with levitation—while I was trying to get my ball out of a bunker.”
Madame Claire laughed heartily.
“You’re a most unusual man then. What else can we think of, Judy?”
“There’s always dancing,” said Judy.
“Dancing! Of course! He must learn to dance. You can’t dance and think about religions. I defy you to do it.”
“But I couldn’t dance. I’m too old and stiff. Besides, no one would dance with me.”
“Three excuses, and none of them any good.”
“I’ll teach you,” Judy said. “I might even dance with you.”