‘Harriet is on her way. I’ve just seen her and the family cross the road. It will be good to see them here. There was a time when I didn’t think she would ever step into Atkinson’s again.’ James quickly changed the subject and walked to line up the camera with the backdrop, ready for the family shot.

‘I’m glad we have made up and that I decided to show Harriet some sympathy. Madge has such an air of superiority about her, as if she has no respect for me. Even though she is excellent with a needle, I often think I’d prefer to work with Harriet, if I could persuade her to return to the fold. After all, she is part owner, and Mother would have approved. I only hope she has forgotten now the words that we both said in anger. I personally regret every word I said.’ Isabelle stood with her hands on her hips and watched as James played with the lens, getting the focus right.

‘Don’t even consider it, Isabelle! All the times I have heard you cursing Harriet and her family for letting you down. Besides, Harriet wouldn’t leave her youngest. Georgina’s not quite one yet.’ James turned and looked sternly at his wife. Madge had read the situation correctly and Isabelle was plotting her downfall.

‘We’ll see. I’m going to try and tempt Harriet back, despite what you say. Perhaps with a little sweetener at first. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go downstairs and greet them.’ Isabelle looked at her husband, whose face was set sternly.

‘I’ll be late home tonight. I thought I might go and look at the new motorcycles that Pratt’s are displaying. I’ve had my eye on one for a while, and now I think I may treat myself,’ James shouted after her.

‘What on earth do you want one of those for? They are noisy, dirty things; they will never catch on.’ Isabelle stood in the doorway and sighed. ‘I suppose you will suit yourself, despite what I have to say about it.’ She lingered there and then decided not to wait for a reply, as she heard her guests coming up the stairs. James would do as he chose, and at the moment seemed to be his own master. She was getting tired and a little worried about him and his changing ways.