“My only husband,” said Rosemary, “is in love with your wife.”
“Yes,” said Peruke quietly. “That’s half the truth.”
“D’you mean that, Derry?”
The man nodded.
“My dear,” he said, “so far as Virginia’s concerned, the sun, moon and
stars rise and set between Roger’s shoulder-blades.”
“Well, what on earth,” said his partner, “are we to do? Between you and
me and the joker I rather like Roger. He has his faults, but——”
“You must call him off,” said Derry. “Virginia’s a very good girl. He’s
enticed her away.”
“Rot,” said Rosemary. “She’s been trying to get him for months. Never
mind. Don’t let’s scrap about it. The truth is they’ve both played with
the hive, and now we’re stung.”
Peruke glanced down the gallery.
“Where are they gone?” he said.
Rosemary shrugged her white shoulders.
“Probably to drive round the Park.”
“And a very good idea—if you want to talk. Let’s do the same.”
Rosemary Chase hesitated.