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.