Ferdie Paul, who had been sitting admiring his feet throughout this eminently straightforward statement, now glanced up.
“You’re a good girl, Val,” he said. “A sensible girl and a damned good sort to take it like that. I told you, Georgia, that story was stark lunacy at the time.”
Georgia put her arm round Val. It was a long, slow movement, and, laying her dark head gently against the apple-green dress, she allowed two tears, and only two, to roll slowly down her cheeks. It was exquisite, thee most abject, expressive and charming apology Campion had ever seen. Georgia seemed to think it was pretty good, too, for she brightened perceptibly for an instant before resuming her mood.
“I didn’t realise it,” she said earnestly. “I’ve got a blind spot. I didn’t see it. That story has got me int
