never been good. It would be interesting to see her transformed in the way that the women’s magazines sometimes glamorised a dowdy woman. No doubt Prudence would be able to make some suggestions….Fabian’s thoughts now turned to her, but his evenings in her company, though delightful, seemed to have little reality at the moment. Wine, good food, flowers, soft lights, holding hands, sparkling eyes, kisses…and upstairs those three women were sorting out poor Constance’s things. Altogether he was glad when Mrs. Arkright announced that she had laid tea in the dining-room.
