Lux had come back from Larborough bearing a small pink candle wrapped in pale green tissue paper. "Teddy said I was to give you this," she said. "I can't think why."
"Oh? From a cake?"
"Yes. It's my birthday about now."
"How nice of him to remember."
"Oh, he keeps a birthday diary. It's part of his publicity. It is his secretary's duty to send telegrams to all the appropriate people on the appropriate days."
"Don't you ever give him credit for anything?" Lucy asked.
"Teddy? Not for a real emotion, I don't. I've known him since he was ten, don't forget. He can't fool me for more than five seconds together."
"My hairdresser," Lucy said, "who lectures to me while he is doing my hair, says that one should allow everyone three faults. If one makes that allowance, one finds that the rest is surprisingly nice, he says."
"When you allow for Teddy's three faults there is nothing left, unfortunately."
"Why?"