” He grinned at Helen. On her lap lay a plate of chocolate mousse which Mavis was busy finishing up. Like her mistress, thought Jake, noticing her swollen eyes but making no comment. He looked at his watch.
”“He’s not overly fond of Rupert. What chance have any of us got against a suntan like that? She turned up at the Patelys’ drinks party wearing jeans. He did not want gratuitous advice that Macaulay might go better in a running martingale, or Belgravia might profit from learning to execute half-passes. ”After a good start Helen didn’t manage to finish her lunch.
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