Amazing the amount of
discussion my simple opinions bring about."
Elinor Doyle, unseen, made a little gesture of despair and surrender.
"I hope you will stay, Lily," she said. "You can telephone, if you
like. I don't see you often, and there is so much I want to ask
you."
In the end Lily agreed. She would find out from Grayson if the men
were really dining out, and if they were Grayson would notify her
mother that she was staying. She did not quite know herself why
she had accepted, unless it was because she was bored and restless
at home. Perhaps, too, the lure of doing a forbidden thing
influenced her sub-consciously, the thought that her grandfather
would detest it. She had not forgiven him for the night before.
Jim Doyle left her in the back hall at the telephone, and returned
to the sitting room, dosing the door behind him. His face was set
and angry.
"I thought I told you to be pleasant."
"I tried, Jim. You must remember I hardly know her." She got up
and placed her hand on his arm, but he shook it off. "I don't
understand, Jim, and I wish you wouldn't. What good is it?"
"I've told you what I want. I want that girl to come here, and to
like coming here.
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