Mother, (Sarah had written)
Snow’s been perfect. Everyone’s saying it’s been the best season ever. Lou took her test but didn’t pass unfortunately. Roger’s been coaching me a lot—terribly nice of him because he’s such a big pot in the skiing world. Jane says he’s got a thing about me, but I don’t really think so. I think it’s sadistic pleasure at seeing me tie myself into knots and land on my head in snow-drifts. Lady Cronsham’s here with that awful S. American man. They really are blatant. I’ve got rather a crush on one of the guides—unbelievably handsome—but unfortunately he’s used to everyone having crushes on him and I cut no ice at all. At last I’ve learned to waltz on the ice.
How are you getting on, darling? I hope you’re going out a good deal with all the boy friends. Don’t go too far with the old colonel, he has quite a gay Poona sparkle in his eye sometimes! How’s the professor? Has he been telling you any nice rude marriage customs lately? See you soon, Love, Sarah.
Dame Laura handed back the letter.
‘Yes, Sarah seems to be enjoying herself … I suppose the professor is that archaeological friend of yours?’
‘Yes, Sarah always teases me about him. I really meant to ask him to lunch, but I’ve been so busy.’
‘Yes, you do seem to have been busy.’
Ann was folding and refolding Sarah’s letter. She said with a half sigh: ‘Oh dear.’
‘Why the Oh dear, Ann?’
‘Oh, I suppose I might as well tell you. Anyway you’ve probably guessed. Richard Cauldfield has asked me to marry him.’
‘When was this?’
‘Oh, only today.’
‘And you’re going to?’
‘I think so … Why do I say that? Of course I am.’
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