If God gives woman a drum he doesn't
mean man to take it away from her. She hasn't got to be playing it for
twenty-four hours a day. I'd like you to have seen your mother's
Cordelia."
Flossie was tacking her way towards them. Joan acted on impulse. "I
wish you'd give me your address," she said "where I could write to you.
Or perhaps you would not mind my coming and seeing you one day. I would
like you to tell me more about my mother."
He gave her his address in Paris where he was returning almost
immediately.
"Do come," he said. "It will take me back thirty-three years. I
proposed to your mother on La Grande Terrasse at St. Germain. We will
walk there. I'm still a bachelor." He laughed, and, kissing her hand,
allowed himself to be hauled away by Flossie, in exchange for Mrs.
Phillips, for whom Miss Lavery had insisted on an invitation.
Joan had met Mrs. Phillips several times; and once, on the stairs, had
stopped and spoken to her; but had never been introduced to her formally
till now.
"We have been meaning to call on you so often," panted Mrs.
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