When Elaine had retired to bed, Poppy had come into her room and they had spent ages talking.‘What did you think of Charles?’ Daisy had asked, after waiting for what felt like hours to see whether Poppy would bring up the subject, but all Poppy had wanted to talk about was the jazz club and the success of their opening night. As far as she was concerned, the day had been a wasted one as neither she nor Morgan had been able to join the boys in the little house in Belgravia for jazz practice.‘I hope Jack isn’t going to keep Morgan too busy,’ she said darkly. ‘I could see that he liked having a car and a chauffeur.’‘But what did you think of Charles?’ Daisy repeated.Poppy looked at her. ‘Well . . . he’s a bit of a . . . You like him, don’t you?’ she said opening her eyes very widely with the air of someone who has just made a surprising discovery.‘Why not?’ said Daisy. She could hear her voice sounding defensive. She picked up Poppy’s comb and fiddled with her hair in order to avoid meeting Poppy’s eyes.‘I suppose he’s good-looking,’ said Poppy after a moment.
