Thank goodness their parents would soon be with them in London. It was no good talking to Jack about any of this. But she doubted whether they’d see those love affairs in terms of something profoundly amiss, as symptoms or signs of something deeper, as she did. They’d prefer to focus on the headaches, which everyone liked to believe were brought on by overwork and eye strain.
Jack was spending his mornings at the Royal Geographical Society, so she was free, that is, she was obliged to make her own plans until after lunch. She’d arranged that they should meet the de Morgans at the South Kensington Museum later on. It had been kind of Jack to agree. She hoped he would at least try to make a show of interest.
Meanwhile, shopping or art? She was moved by a desire for guilty pleasures. A comp
