Chapter XXVIII‘I’ve never been to a dinner-party before,’ said Greta. ‘I’m frightfully excited. I was afraid we were going to be late, because Margaret was kept hours over time at her horrid shop. She had simply to whisk into her dress in about three minutes. I’d been quite ready for half an hour before she ever came in.’
Freddy Pelham beamed on his arriving guests.
‘Your first dinner party? And my last in this house.’
‘Your last?’
‘Didn’t Margaret tell you I was going?’
It was Charles who said, ‘Yes, she told me, but I didn’t know you were off so soon.’
Freddy looked pathetic.
‘What’s the good of my staying on? I can’t bear it, and that’s the fact.’
‘You’re not selling the house?’
‘No, I’m taking a leaf out of your book. I shall just lock it up and leave it standing, and then if
