CHAPTER 15
Tonker’s GuestsEdging his way adroitly through the crowds on the lawn, Tonker came up behind Minnie at last and slid an arm round her.
‘It’s all right. Poppy’s arrived,’ he said hoarsely. ‘Leo locked her in, but she climbed out of the window and changed in the car, the gallant old trout. She’s safe behind the bar, pouring it all over old Tudwick, who is just her cup of tea. Wally has stopped biting his nails and is taking nourishment, so that hurdle’s past.’
‘Oh how good of her.’ Minnie was still using her social vocabulary, but as ever her gratitude was sincere. ‘Dear Poppy, how like her and how very sensible.’
Tonker grinned wickedly. ‘Locked her in, eh? That’s a bit much, isn’t it?’ Above his high-buttoned blazer his freckled face and deep blue eyes were gay. ‘It shows y
