CHAPTER TWENTY-THREEThere was no one but Hilary in the lounge of the Magpie and Parrot when Henry walked in about an hour and a half later. He picked her up and kissed her as if they had never broken off their engagement, and Hilary kissed him back as she had never done while they were still engaged. It was still only a very little while since the sharpest edge of her despair had been, “I shall never see Henry again.”
Henry completely forgot all the things he had been going to say. He kissed her, and went on kissing her, and at intervals he asked her if she was sure she wasn’t hurt.
“If I was—would you mind?”
“Don’t say things like that!”
She burrowed her nose into his neck.
“Why should you, darling? I mean we’re not engaged any more. You wouldn’t have had to wear a black tie if I’d b
