Chapter 9Jane was drying her hands, when there was a knock on the door. As soon as she said, ‘Come in!’ Jeremy was in the room. He shut the door, came up close, and said, ‘We’re just staying as we are. I suppose you’re getting into a dress.’
‘I thought I’d better.’
‘All right—hurry! There’s a little room half-way down the stairs—I’ll meet you there. Don’t take too long over the face—it’s quite good as it is.’ And then he was gone again.
Jane hung up her suit on two of the hooks behind the limp curtain, improved the face, slipped on a grey dress with an amusing rose-coloured curlicue coming down off the left shoulder, and went down to the little room on the half-way landing.
She found Jeremy walking up and down like a hyena in a cage.
‘Why do women take hours to do the simplest things?
