'That isappalling. 'Darling, whatever's the matter?''It's Mummy,' she said, her voice shaky, raw with grief,totally devoid of its lovely musical huskiness. ' 'Of course you don't,' said Octavia briskly. 'I'm sorry, Felix.
'You know I would. Not many grandfathers couldhave done that. 'Now look,' she had said, 'I suppose there's no possiblechance you could come to Tuscany for a few days, get thekids settled in? I know we could find you a corner. Octavia remembered her mellowingvery swiftly under the influence of alcohol at their lastlunch.
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