"
Diana flushed hotly at Jerry's tacit acceptance of the fact that
Adrienne's affairs were naturally of so much moment to her husband. It
was another pin-prick in the wound that had been festering for so long.
She ignored it, however, and answered quietly:--
"Yes, I see. Perhaps you had better leave it for a few days. What about
Pobs? He'll have to be consulted in the matter, won't he?"
"I told him, long ago, that I wanted Joan. Before"--with a grin--"I ever
summoned up pluck to tell Joan herself! He was a brick about it, but he
thought I ought to make it up with the governor before Joan and I were
formally engaged. So I did--and I'm jolly glad of it. And now I want to
go down to Crailing, and fetch Joan, and take her with me to Abbotsleigh.
So I should want at least a week off."
"Well, wait till Max comes back," advised Diana, "We shall know more
about the matter then. And--and--Jerry!" She stretched out her hand,
which immediately disappeared within Jerry's big, boyish fist. "Good
luck, old boy!"
* * * * * *
Max returned at about ten o'clock, and Diana proceeded to offer polite
inquiries about Miss de Gervais' welfare. She wondered if he would
remember how near they had been to each other just for an instant before
the news of the attempt upon Adrienne's life had reached them.
But apparently he had forgotten all about it.
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