guess what it is.â
âWhat?â Cass negotiated the lights and crossings of Mutley Plain with care.
Tom waited until she was through the worst before he spoke.
âGeorge is getting married.â
âGood God! So sheâs got him at last. Well, itâs not all that amazing, darling. It was only a question of time once Mark died. Iâm only surprised that they waited this long.â
âAha! But thatâs the whole point. Heâs not marrying Felicity.â
âWhat?
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âCareful! You nearly had that cyclist. Youâll never believe it. Itseems that he went on leave to see his old mum and met this girl at some friendâs house. Heâs fallen for her, hook, line and sinker.â
Cass drove for some moments, grappling with this information while Tom observed the effect of his news with immense satisfaction.
âIncredible, isnât it?â
Cass shook her head. âFelicity will never let him,â she said at last. âSheâll kill him first. Donât tell me she knows about it?â
âNo, she doesnât. And poor old George is like a cat on a hot tin roof.â Tom chuckled. âPoor old boy. I couldnât help feeling sorry for him. Heâs absolutely shit-scared that sheâs going to find out. Heâs sworn me to secrecy.â
âHow stupid. Of course sheâll find out. What an idiot he is. Why did he tell you if heâs so scared?â
âHe wants me to be best man,â explained Tom. âSo I had to know. Which means you have to know. But he trusts us both not to breathe a word to another soul. Heâs asking one or two others to the wedding and swearing them to secrecy, too.â
Cass burst out laughing. âOh, honestly, Tom. What a farce! Only George could imagine that heâll get away with it. Whatâs he going to do? Carry on with Felicity as if nothingâs happened until the eve of the wedding and then send her a little note thanking her for her kind hospitality which will no longer be required?â
âHeâs not seeing her at all. Heâs told her that heâs been sent away on some top-secret stuff and hopes to keep a low profile until the weddingâs over. He thinks that it will be too late then for her to put a spoke in the wheel.â
Cass laughed then in earnest. She laughed so much that Tom found himself laughing with her between his admonishments to watch her driving.
âTop secret!â she said, when finally she could speak and they were driving through Roborough. âIâve heard it all now. If he thinks that Felicity will believe that then heâs even more of a twit than I realised.Sheâll hunt him down in no time. And the girl. Who is she? Do we know her?â
Tom shook his head. âSheâs not local. Her nameâs Thea and sheâs only twenty-three, apparently. Old George is like a dog with two tails.â
âDear God! If Felicity finds her sheâll eat her alive. Itâs too bad of George. God knows, I canât stand Felicity, but I think he should have told her the truth. I think she deserves that after twenty-odd years.â
Tom looked uncomfortable. Manlike, he felt that if Felicity had been prepared to deceive her husband all those years, she deserved what was coming to her at the end of it. He felt that George had a perfect right to marry whom he wished and if a charming and attractive girl twenty years his junior was prepared to take him on then good luck to him. He had sympathised openly with George and encouraged him. He shifted a little in his seat and Cass glanced at him.
âI suppose you urged him on,â she said, accurately assessing his discomfort. âWell, I canât really say that I blame you. I simply think that it will be worse for George when Felicity finds out heâs lying and deceiving her than if heâd told her the truth. But either way he hasnât got a hope. Poor George.