I’ve left her, she said, plopping an olive in her mouth. Ah. I was wondering, said Evelyn, exhaling loudly. Caroline Beevor-Candy was the woman in question. Not her real name, obviously, because Dotty was too discreet to reveal the identities of all her paramours. But the story followed an ever-familiar pattern—that of Dotty’s penchant for young married women.
