She swept across taking me by the arm. ‘I must apologise for Miles, darling. It was too, too bad of him to provoke me like that on your first evening here. He knows I don’t want this beastly film part and I shall be glad when he goes. He’s making me quite ill.’ ‘It sounds a good part, there’s not that many million dollar films to turn down these days.’ Her mouth took on an obstinate line. ‘I’m not doing it. I’m staying here … with Harold. Why, we hardly see anything of each other!’ Seeing Harold had never been one of her priorities in life. The laugh was back as Tom approached us. ‘I’m just apologising to Jenny for Miles’ bullying,’ she said, pouting. Tom was instant sympathy. ‘Just because he’s frightened of being replaced in the film if you turn your part down. If you want him to leave, tell him so. Can’t he see he’s making you ill with his pestering? If you want me to have a word with him …’ She laid a hand delicately on his arm, lashes fluttering.
