“I know, old girl. I’ve had a thousand things.”
“I’ve—missed you.”
It wasn’t easy for Frederick to ignore that. Adelaide was an attractive woman.
“Oh, well. I can get away at four. We’ll have tea at the old Inn.”
“Heavenly. Ricky, I have a new blue hat.”
“You could always wear blue.” He decided that he might as well make things pleasant. There was a shock in store for her. Of course he’d have to tell her about Jane.
So Adelaide in the new blue hat—with a wrap that matched—with that porcelain white and pink of her complexion—with her soft voice, and appealing manner, had Frederick for three whole hours to herself.
She told him all the spicy gossip. Frederick, like most men, ostensibly scorned scandal, but lent a willing ear. What Eloise had said, what Benny had said, what all the world was saying about Del’s marriage.
“And they were married here to-day. I didn’t dream it until Eloise called me up just before lunch. Edith had told her.”
“Edith was here?”