"We had the 'Song to
Aegir' twice."
Lord Ashbridge gave her a quick glance. Michael felt he would not have
noticed it the evening before.
"Your memory is very good, my dear," he said with encouragement.
"And then we had a torchlight procession," she remarked.
"Quite so. You remember it perfectly. And about his visit here, Michael.
Did he talk about that?"
"Yes, very warmly; also about our international relations."
Lord Ashbridge gave a little giggle.
"I must tell Barbara that," he said. "She has become a sort of
Cassandra, since she became a diplomatist, and sits on her tripod and
prophesies woe."
"She asked me about it," said Michael. "I don't think she believes in
his sincerity."
He giggled again.
"That's because I didn't ask her down for his visit," he said.
He rose.
"And what are you going to do, my dear?" he said to his wife.
She looked across to Michael.
"Perhaps Michael will come for a stroll with me," she said.
"No doubt he will. I shall have a round of golf, I think, on this fine
morning. I should like to have a word with you, Michael, when you've
finished your breakfast."
The moment he had gone her whole manner changed: it was suffused with
the glow that had lit her last night.
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