I was expecting a baby myself, and naturally took a great interest in Linda’s. “What are you going to call her – and where is she, anyway?”
“In the nurse’s room – it shrieks. Moira, I believe.”
“Not Moira, darling, you can’t. I never heard such an awful name.”
“Tony likes it, it he had a sister called Moira who died, and what d’you think I found out? She died because his other sister whacked her on the head with a hammer when she was four months old. Do you call that interesting? And then they say we have an uncontrolled family – why, even Father has never actually murdered anybody, or do you count that gamekeeper?”
Review of Nancy Mitford’s The Pursuit of Love and Love In A Cold Climate to follow this Friday.