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“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.”