1565) CHAPTER IIIIt was shortly before seven when Sara arrived at what she was now thinking of as home and put her key in the door. It had been a very full day one way and another. She had never dreamed of seeing Hugh again in Cromer. But how easy it would be to quarrel with the man. He was so sure of himself, so assertive. She supposed she really ought to have told him about her business in London. She was not usually so reticent. What would he think of her boutique? she wondered. She had a strong feeling he would be slightly contemptuous. Then she shrugged. At the end of thirteen weeks they would probably never see each other again, so what did it matter whether he approved or not?She was surprised by the ringing of the telephone, and even more surprised when Desmond spoke.‘How’s my Sara doing? Still marooned?’‘Not quite.’‘Good. What’s the info, for coming to see you? Do I hire a horse and buggy?’‘It’s not as bad as that. There are good trains from Liverpool Street and I would pick you up at Norwich.
