In Bill's eyes she
must be judged, and condemned, by all that distinguished her from
Betty Calladine. To Antony, unhampered by these standards of
comparison, she seemed, quite simply, beautiful.
"Cayley asked us to bring a letter along," explained Bill, when
the necessary handshakings and introductions were over. "Here
you are."
"You will tell him, won't you, how dreadfully sorry I am about
what has happened? It seems so hopeless to say anything; so
hopeless even to believe it. If it is true what we've heard."
Bill repeated the outline of events of yesterday.
"Yes .... And Mr. Ablett hasn't been found yet?" She shook her
head in distress. "It still seems to have happened to somebody
else; somebody we didn't know at all." Then, with a sudden grave
smile which included both of them, "But you must come and have
some tea."
"It's awfully decent of you," said Bill awkwardly, "but we--er--"
"You will, won't you?" she said to Antony.
"Thank you very much."
Mrs. Norbury was delighted to see them, as she always was to see
any man in her house who came up to the necessary standard of
eligibility.
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