"Innes told me some time ago that you were going to Norway together."
"Yes, we were," Beau said, "but we're not any more."
"Oh."
"Innes has other plans."
It was evident that this relationship was not what it had been.
"Well, I'd better go and see that the Juniors haven't hogged all the best seats at the Diploma Do," she said, and went.
But there was one relationship that showed satisfactory progress.
The Nut Tart knocked at her door and said that she had come to give dear Miss Pym a luck-piece. She came in, looked at the piled cases, and said with her customary frankness: "You are not a very good packer, are you? Neither am I. It is a pedestrian talent."
Lucy, whose luck-pieces in the last few days had ranged from a Woolworth monkey-on-a-stick to a South African halfpenny, waited with some curiosity to see what The Nut Tart's idea of the thing might be.
It was a blue bead.