With a roar of delight, her husband advanced, throwing his hat down, hand outstretched to greet his guest.
* * *
Once Trix had left for Calcutta, Lockwood gave in to temptation. These days Alice had no interest in travelling but he’d accepted the invitation to join Rud and Carrie out at the Cape.
Back from a morning in the Malay Quarter, he eased himself into a wicker chair overlooking the garden.
Laying her work down on the low table, Carrie asked, ‘Were you hoping for tea?’
‘In a while perhaps, my dear. But it was for the pleasure of sitting with you that I’ve come out.’
‘Poor girl,’ he noted how her eyes had filled at his words. ‘She’ll never admit it’s too much for her. Thank goodness I was able to come out to join them this year. At least while I’m here there is someone to pay h
