CHAPTER 19In the morning—it was Saturday morning—Jenny seemed more normal. She was rather pale and rather quiet, and she did rather cling to Miss Danesworth, or so it seemed to Richard. After suggesting two plans for the day and having them both turned down he acquiesced in Miss Danesworth’s suggestion that he should go over and see his friend Tommy Risdall.
“He’ll be wondering where you are, you know.” Then she turned to Jenny. “Tommy’s a pet—I’m most awfully fond of him. And he’s Richard’s oldest friend. He’s in the Navy. It’s such a chance his being on leave just now when Richard is. I don’t think he ought to miss the opportunity of seeing him—do you?”
Jenny said, “Oh, no,” without raising her eyes.
A call having established the fact that Tommy was at home, that he was bored stiff—“W
