“Good Sunday,” said Lydia. “I mean it’s Nurse’s Sunday in. The alternate Sundays are Black Sundays. Do you mind nursery tea, Noel? One of Nurse’s old children is coming to tea, that nice Susan Dean, so I thought it would please Nurse if we all had tea upstairs. You know her, don’t you, Colin?”
Colin did remember her at the tennis party and was quite pleased at the thought of meeting her again, though he would have preferred it to be her sister Jessica, to whom he had not yet made amends for his gaucheness about the lunch.
Accordingly Colin went up to the nursery where the tea-table was laid for seven or eight people. Master Harry Merton was already in his tall chair and Miss Lavinia Merton was having her face and hands washed in the bathroom.
“I hope I’m not too early, Nurse,” said Coli
