Kate had just been telling her how wrong she had been about Mary Anne all these years, she was such a nice, down-to-earth woman and she didn’t appear to bear any resentment towards her. ‘Oh, she must do, really!’ Georgina exclaimed. ‘No. I don’t think so.’ They were silent for a while as the dusk deepened into dark and Georgie switched on the headlights. She glanced at her mother’s profile but in the dark she couldn’t see what her expression was. ‘You must have resented her though,’ she commented. Kate sighed. ‘Maybe I did, I don’t know. I’m all mixed up. Anyway, let’s forget about it. How did you get on?’ ‘Robert Richards is an insufferable man, really he is,’ Georgie said savagely. ‘I have to report at the works office at nine o’clock sharp Monday morning. So that’s my trip off. I’ll have to tell the others I can’t go.’ Kate looked at her. ‘Why didn’t you tell him to get lost?’ ‘I’d lose my inheritance, wouldn’t I? And I’m damned if I’m going to hand it over to the odious Bertie Hamilton just like that.
