Scobie said, ‘If I’d known you were going to be here, I’d have called for you.’ ‘I wish you had,’ Helen said. ‘You never come and see me.’ She turned to Fellowes and said with an ease that horrified him, ‘He was so kind to me in hospital at Pende, but I think he only likes the sick.’ Fellowes stroked his little ginger moustache, poured himself out some more gin and said, ‘He’s scared of you, Mrs Rolt. All we married men are.’ She said with false blandness, ‘Do you think I could have one more without getting tight?’
