Staring at her mother, Clover sank onto the bed. Her mother calmly nudged her off the dress Clover had laid out to wear to dinner with Cyril Potsdam. She numbly inched aside. Although she had accepted her mother’s romance with Colin Doogan, she had never fully considered what it might lead to. And so soon! It was only a month since the spring revel and, while Colin and Jonathan had come around nearly every day, she was still surprised at the short duration of her mother’s courtship. “Did you think Colin and I were just playing some idle game?” Agnes asked. “No,” Clover answered. “I never really gave it much thought, I guess.” “One does not work so arduously at something, as arduously as Colin has worked at courting me, without a set purpose in mind.” “No, of course not. I began to wonder if he and Jonathan ever got any work done because they were over here so often. Thank you,” she murmured to Molly, who handed her a cup of tea. “The same can be said for Jonathan Clemmons,”
