‘One moment, Robert,’ she said coolly. ‘Before you talk to me about what has happened tonight, I have something I wish to say to you. Eric came here today.’
‘Eric!’
‘Yes, Eric,’ Violet repeated. ‘He drove over from Nice. He brought me news from England. His uncle, Sir Harold Featherstone, is dead, and he has made Eric his heir.’
‘Indeed! That is an excellent thing, I suppose, for Eric,’ Robert said.
It was obvious that he thought the story was of little consequence, but politely he let her continue without interruption.
‘Eric also told me,’ Violet went on quickly, ‘that his brother Alwyn was divorcing his wife. She has run away with another man and left her two children behind. Eric is more or less adopting them. He is taking them to Medway Park, the house his uncle has left him in No
