Chapter 5When they had walked half the length of the street Jane smiled sweetly at an unresponsive profile and said, ‘Thank you, darling.’
In a distant voice Captain Jeremy Taverner enquired what she was thanking him for.
‘Coming down to the Catherine-Wheel as my chaperon, darling. Having always been accustomed to being wrapped up in cotton wool and sheltered, I do appreciate it. You know that, don’t you?’
There was a fair imitation of a flash of lightning accompanied by a smart clap of thunder.
‘Just stop talking nonsense, Jane, and listen to me! You can’t possibly go!’
‘Why can’t I possibly go? I am going.’
‘You can’t—with that gang.’
‘No, darling. With you.’
She distinctly heard Jeremy grit his teeth.
‘Jane, you can’t possibly want to get mixed up with that appalling crowd.’
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