He shifted his heavy doctor's bag from one hand to the other as they walked across the cobbled quadrangle. “Offering Shibden Hall as a holiday home is such a generous gesture, I don't know how Toynbee will ever be able to thank her.” “She doesn't need thanks,” Davina said, happy that the Sinclairs’ introduction to her mother had turned out so well. “She just doesn't like the thought of Shibden standing empty.” Aileen linked arms with her. “And she was riveted by the idea of a clinic giving free advice to women on contraception. She said she'd never seen a diaphragm and would I show her one.” Davina's eyes nearly popped out of her head. “Great God, Aileen!” Fergus said, when he was able to speak. “You didn't do so at her cocktail party, did you?” “No, silly.” She giggled. “They aren't something I carry around in my handbag.” As they crossed a busy road to enter a narrow street of tenement buildings, Aileen hugged Davina's arm. “The financial help your mother has promised the clinic is going to make all the difference to how soon it can be opened.
