VIIITHE SPOOR AGAIN It was one of the most pleasant things about Amanda that she had never lost that rustic outlook which regards the wildest illogicalities of human emotional behaviour as perfectly normal and nothing to make a fuss about. Therefore, when poor Meg in her wretchedness proposed to drag her out at past eleven o’clock at night to inspect the partly furnished bridal house in which even the power was not yet connected, it struck her as the most natural and sensible move in the world.
She was relieved that it was no further away than the last of the “good streets” on the other side of the square, but she would have gone out to the suburbs quite cheerfully had she been asked.
On inspection, the house proved to be a delightful place. Even when seen in the beam of torches held in
