The next day dawned cold and clear. The London latecomers arrived during breakfast, they heard Harry's car pull up on the gravel outside. Breakfast was quite a grand affair, with various silver tureens, wasted on Jayne who could never manage much more than coffee and toast at this hour.
John was his usual suave, impenetrable self. Jayne had always considered him rather a strange match for Lucy, too dry perhaps. His arrival didn't seem to cause Lucy any consternation; Jayne wondered at the exact circumstances of their break up. Everyone had made an effort to put a little colour into their costume but John wore city grey from head to foot. "He may as well have worn his horsehair," Aubrey said.
Harry seemed somewhat larger-than-life that morning. The round schoolboy face looked more incongru...
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