They were met at the door by Simon and shown into the large baronial drawing room.`Well,' said Olivia, wandering over to the crackling fire. Ìsn't this nice!'Ì'll get some champagne,' said Simon. `Dad's still on the phone.'Àctually,' said Milly faintly, Ì think I'll try Isobel again. I'll use the phone in the games room.'`Can't it wait?' said Olivia. `What do you want to speak to her about?'`Nothing,' said Milly at once. `Nothing. I just ... need to talk to her.' She swallowed. Ì won't be long.'When they'd gone, Olivia settled herself into a chair, admiring the portrait above the fireplace. It was a grandly framed oil painting which looked as though it could have been bought along with the house; in fact it was a picture of Harry's grandmother as a girl. Harry Pinnacle was so famous as a self-made man that it was widely assumed he'd started from nothing. The fact that he'd attended an expensive public school only spoiled the story, as did the hefty parental loans which had got him started so these were generally brushed over by everyone, including Harry himself.The door opened, and a pretty blond girl in a smart trouser suit entered, holding a tray of champagne glasses.'Simon's just coming,' she said.
