CHAPTER 32Richard had been in town. He came back, and when Caroline Danesworth had gone to get the supper he got up and, standing on the hearthrug with his back to the fire which was so pleasant in the evenings, he said,
“Jenny——”
Something in his voice quickened her heart-beat. She turned round, brown startled eyes on him, and said,
“What is it?”
“Nothing. Don’t look like that. I thought we ought to find out for certain, so I went to Somerset House today——”
“Somerset House?”
“That is where they keep the marriage certificates and all those sort of things. That is where Mac had got his information. What was open to him was open to me. It is quite true—your father and mother were married in January 1940. January the second to be exact. When were you born?”
She said, “August 31st, 1940
