“ Oh, thinking?” said Freddie, impressed. “Right ho!”
“ Thank you so much.”
“ Oh—er—not at all. Well, pip-pip.”
“ Good-bye.”
“ See you later, what?”
“ Of course, of course.”
“ Fine! Well, toodle-oo!”
And the Hon. Freddie, not ill-pleased—for it seemed to him that at long last he detected signs of melting in the party of the second part—swivelled round on his long legs and started for home.
The little town of Market Blandings was a peaceful sight as it slept in the sun. For the first time since Freddie had left her, Eve became conscious of a certain tranquillity as she entered the old grey High Street, which was the centre of the place’s life and thought. Market Blandings had a comforting air of having been exactly the same for centuries. Troubles might vex the generat
