CHAPTER 14
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LUCIA:
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ON THE DAY WE WERE due to depart for Oxford, the morning salver brought its usual batch of invitations and telegrams but, unusually, one of the telegrams was for me.
“LUCIA TELL CHARLOTTE RESPOND MY CABLES IMMEDIATELY NICHOLAS MASTERSON”
I showed the cable to Charley who was for once sitting in our suite with the pale early morning sun shining on her crown as she munched her way through a full hot English breakfast. Charley took it and tore it up into confetti to line the slops bowl.
“If you receive any more of these, just ignore them,” she said, then turned and accepted from Tilly another slice of hot buttered toast onto which she liberally smeared honey.
“We will not speak of this then? I shouldn’t ask about it?”
Charley smiled. “Best not to,”
