For the only time
in our lives I considered that Agatha had committed a breach of good
taste. I said rather stiffly:
"It is not going to be a lovers' meeting, my dear."
She flushed. "It was silly of me. But why shouldn't it be a lovers'
meeting?" she added audaciously. "If nothing had happened, you two would
have been married by this time--"
"Not till June."
"Oh, yes, you would. I should have seen about that--a ridiculously long
engagement. Anyhow, it was only your illness that broke it off. You were
told you were going to die. You did the only honourable and sensible
thing--both of you. Now you're in splendid health again--"
"Stop, stop!" I interrupted. "You seem to be entirely oblivious of the
circumstances--"
"I'm oblivious of no circumstances. Neither is Eleanor. And if she still
cares for you she won't care twopence for the circumstances. I know I
wouldn't."
And to cut off my reply she clapped the receiver of the telephone to her
ear and called up Eleanor, with whom she proceeded to arrange a date for
the interview.
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