Without raising his eyes from the Journal of the Royal Geographic Society, Jack Fleming responded.
‘Not at all, Trix. Our invitation came last week.’
She let her book fall.
‘What do you mean? I never saw it.’
‘I opened it. You were out shopping. The invitation was addressed to both of us and I answered for us both.’
‘Oh Jack, do say we can make a real trip of it, have a whole week in London,’ she cried.
‘Surely you don’t imagine you’re fit to travel and see all those people. I declined – civilly, of course. I explained that your health would not permit it.’
Drawing the band from her thin finger, Trix hurled it at her husband and swept from the room.
*
At Bateman’s, Carrie was still in two minds about Elsie’s wedding clothes.
‘We have to think, too, of how it will read in the news
