‘I wish you could. Come next Saturday.’
He said:
‘Yes, next Saturday I can. But we’ll meet before that.’
‘Oh yes, lots of times. Good-bye.’
I turned down the stairs. I was glad to get away. It hurt me
that Hugo should have gone out and forgotten—it had never happened
before.
When I got to the Addingtons’ flat, Mollie was upstairs.
George was reading by the fire, with his back to the door.
He looked round and took his pipe out of his mouth.
‘Hullo,’ he said. ‘Where’s Hugo?’
‘Hugo had gone out to a play with Sophia.’