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"I was lucky enough to find someone with a car coming this way," she began. But Lesley was still apologizing.

"It's all my fault, making that stupid mistake about Thursday and Friday. But I'm always getting the days mixed up. They seem so much alike, especially toward the end of the week."

"Well, now you can leave all that to your secretary," said Rosamund brightly. She thought to herself: That at least is a part of the job I shan't fall down on.

"Yes, I know, and I'm so glad. But I'm afraid today Mother's terribly upset because nothing's ready and there isn't any proper dinner in the house. Would you like some tea?"

"I should love it."

"Then come along. It's in the loggia." She plunged off down the passage, her sandals flapping, and Rosamund followed, her heels tapping. They flapped and tapped together across the terrace, where the sun was a golden blindness wiping out the view, into the loggia where the striped shade for a moment made Iris invisible like a tiger camouflaged by jungle grass.