"Oh, that's easy."
"Yes, Innes of course."
"Lucky Innes."
"Oh, well, she deserves it."
"Just imagine. Arlinghurst! "
And on the first-floor it was the same; the rushing of bath water, the splashing, the babble, and Arlinghurst.
"But who told you?"
"The Nut Tart."
"Oh, my dear, she's dippy, everyone knows."
"Well, it's a cert for Innes, anyhow, so it's nothing to do with me. I'll probably wind up in the L.C.C."