CHAPTER FIVELolita recalled that she had been attending a luncheon party in London and when the meal was over a number of the young people present moved into the garden.
She had stayed behind for a moment talking to the hostess about her mother as they had been great friends.
Then the door had opened and the hostess’s eldest son came in.
“Hallo, Harry!” she exclaimed. “I did not expect you until later.”
“I got away early,” he replied.
“Have you had luncheon?” his mother asked.
“Yes, I have, thank you, but I have told a servant to bring me a drink. I need one as I am in such a rage.”
“A rage! What has happened?”
“You will hardly believe it,” he continued, “and I myself find it very difficult to comprehend.”
“Tell me,” his mother implored.
The young man sat down in the nearest chai
