CHAPTER 23Philip Jocelyn came home early that evening. As he let himself in with his key he could hear Anne at the telephone. He stood for a moment, listening not so much to what she was saying as to her voice, wondering as he always did when he allowed himself to think, why it should be Anne’s voice as he remembered it and yet a stranger’s, just as Anne was herself a stranger. He had no thought of overhearing a private conversation. She appeared to be making an appointment to have her hair done. He heard her say, “Is that Félise? ... This is Lady Jocelyn speaking. I want an appointment with Mr. Felix. He isn’t there, I suppose? ... No? Well will you tell him I don’t think the treatment he prescribed is suiting my hair at all. I am very upset about it—will you tell him that? I want to see
