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She looked wildly round and not seeing any card game at hand became depressed, but as quickly brightened. "For," she explained, "if I can see your face clearly where you are sitting, then they are the ones I can see people's faces in a railway carriage with. Yes, they are the ones," she continued. "But don't look so unhappy, Jane."

"One might be unhappy if one thought less and less about someone one did love very much," said Jane looking straight in front of her.

And then, luckily for Mrs. Morland who had no further help to offer from her own experiences and hated to see Jane so distressed, Robin and Anne came in from the pantry. Anne was carrying Mrs. Morland's last novel and as she approached her parents' famous guest, began to show such signs of confusion as kicking her own feet, going pink in the face and opening and shutting her mouth without producing any sound.

Mrs. Morland, who was used to this behaviour among her younger admirers, asked if that was a book she had.

Anne, not finding the question at all peculiar, said it was. Then summoning her courage she said pushing the book desperately towards its author: