“True, but a lot of your mother’s friends are in her set.”
“I know. But mother always avoids going to her dances if she possibly can. We had a good excuse to be away, as mother was packing.”
“Elise was there,” he remarked.
“And you danced with her, of course. She’s such a ripping dancer.”
“Twice. When I found you were not there I went on to the club,” he replied, with his usual air of boredom. “When do you expect your mother back?”
“Next Tuesday. I’m going down to Huntingdon to-morrow to stay with the Fishers.”
“Oh! by the way,” he remarked suddenly. “Tubby Hall, who is just back from Madrid, told me in the club last night that he’d seen your friend Henfrey in a restaurant there with a pretty French girl.”
“In Madrid!” echoed Dorise, for she had no idea of her lover’s whereabouts. “He must have been mistaken surely.”
“No. Tubby is an old friend of Henfrey’s. He says that he and the girl seemed to be particularly good friends.”
Dorise hesitated.