He read it with a sickening palpitation of his heart, but gave no outward sign of surprise. He handed it back to Mildred with a smile, calmly.
“Did you enjoy your lunch?”
“Rather,” she said emphatically.
He felt that his hands were trembling, so he put them under the table.
“You mustn’t take Griffiths too seriously. He’s just a butterfly, you know.”
She took the letter and looked at it again.