VI
“We must go and see Valérie Seymour one day,” Stephen remarked quite casually that evening. “She’s a very well-known woman in Paris. I believe she gives rather jolly parties. I think it’s about time you had a few friends.”
“Oh, what fun! Yes, do let’s—I’d love it!” exclaimed Mary.
Stephen thought that her voice sounded pleased and excited, and in spite of herself she sighed a little. But after all nothing really mattered except that Mary should keep well and happy. She would certainly take her to Valérie Seymour’s—why not? She had probably been very foolish. Selfish too, sacrificing the girl to her cranks—
“Darling, of course we’ll go,” she said quickly. “I expect we’ll find it awfully amusing.”