On the morning after their visit to the theatre, when they sat at table, Mrs Machin said, ‘My mind is positively buzzing with ideas for my novel. Will you excuse me, my dear, if I disappear into the book-room to work? There is so much that I must write down whilst it is fresh in my mind.’ ‘Of course,’ Jessie replied readily. ‘Shall we perhaps have a walk later?’ ‘Yes, perhaps,’ agreed Henrietta. Jessie could see from her expression that she was already back amidst the sights and sounds of the theatre. It seemed as though her sense of obligation as hostess had not entirely deserted her, however, for she was three parts out of the door when she turned and said, ‘How will you occupy your time? Do you have something to do, or would you’ – she swallowed - ‘prefer me to entertain you in some way?’ ‘By no means,’ laughed Jessie. ‘Pray do not tear yourself away if the muse is upon you. Only tell me if there are any charitable institutions nearby where I may make myself useful for an hour or two.’ Mrs Machin looked thoughtful.
