‘Oh,’ said Mrs Dangerfield in a way that said, pretty clearly, I’ve never heard of you before.
Harry looked over his shoulder. Nora was taking her time. She was probably putting more powder over that wretched bruise on her face. He set his teeth and faced Fanny again. He had an idea she wasn’t done with him yet.
‘So, er, Harry, I suppose your family’s glad to have you back.’
He nodded.
‘It’s good they can spare you to make this visit. Will you be staying long?’
‘Yes.’
‘Oh. You must come over for supper some night.’
‘Thank you.’
‘And you’re to be married, dear Nora said.’
‘That’s right.’
‘Nora didn’t say when.’
‘We haven’t set the date yet.’
‘Oh. I see. And … and is her father coming back for the wedding?’
‘Maybe. Nora hasn’t written to him yet.’
‘I see.’ If there was one thin
