Wayne into the drawing room. With a visible effort he greeted them, but almost immediately he sank back into his original gloom. ‘What’s up?’ Felicity demanded, her voice a little gruff.James flushed up in that absurd way that he had.‘I thought—’ he began.‘James came to see Sara,’ Mrs. Wayne broke in, her eyes flickering over the little group of young people.‘I wondered how he got in!’ Felicity murmured mutinously.Her mother smiled, a soft, feminine smile that made Felicity’s remark seem unnecessarily ungracious.‘James and I understand each other very well, don’t we?’ she said smoothly, and then apparently lost all interest in the proceedings as James stammered his agreement.There was a short uncomfortable silence. Sara wondered desperately what she could say to relieve the tension. Both James and Felicity looked unhappy and very young. Too young, she thought, to cope. I shall have to say something! she exclaimed to herself.‘Have you had any news of Matt?’ she burst out.
