"Let me find a place for that." He said to her, as the last button of her coat was unfastened, stepping behind her to help her out of it, taking it carefully. "A new dress, Georgina? It suits you greatly- the cut and the colour." He told her, smiling as he hung the coat up and then pulled her chair out for her. "Sweet sherry?"
"I mean, Georgina?" Augustus said, in turn oblivious to her own meaning. "Quite simply that if it hadn't been for that party, and if it had not mentioned Fabian specifically on the invitation, the boy would not have wanted to go, and he would not have got it into his head that he was a healthy young man as fit and able as any other. The other night he asked if he could be allowed to the seaside! Can you imagine Fabian doing such a thing?"