‘I don’t think she plays bridge very well,’ said Diva. ‘She began, you know, by saying she was so anxious to learn, and that we all played marvellously, but now she lays down the law like anything, telling us what we ought to have declared, and how we ought to have played. It’s quite like –’

She was going to say ‘It’s quite like playing with you,’ but luckily stopped in time.

‘I haven’t had the privilege of playing with her. Evidently I’m not up to her form,’ said Elizabeth, ‘but I hear, only report, mind, that she doesn’t know the elements of the game.’

‘Well, not much more,’ said Diva. ‘And she says she will start a bridge class if we like.’

‘She spoils us! And who will the pupils be?’ asked Elizabeth.

‘I know one who won’t,’ said Diva darkly.

‘And one and one make two,’ observed Elizabeth. ‘A pity that she sets herself up like that. Saying the other night that she would take Major Benjy’s musical education in hand! I always thought education began at home, and I’m sure I never heard so many wrong notes in my life.’

Diva ruminated a moment, and began spinning again. ‘She offered to take the choir practices in church, only the Padre wouldn’t hear of it,’ she said. ‘And there’s talk of a class to read Homer in Pope’s translation.’

‘She has every accomplishment,’ said Elizabeth, ‘including push.’

Diva bumped into another topic.

‘I met Mr Wyse just now,’ she said. ‘Countess Amelia Faraglione is coming tomorrow.’

Miss Mapp sprang up.

‘Not really?’ she cried. ‘Why, she’ll be here for Lucia’s po-dimu on Thursday. And the Wyses will be going, that’s certain, and they are sure to ask if they may bring the Faradidleone with them. Diva, dear, we must have our piquet another night. I wouldn’t miss that for anything.’

‘Why?’ asked Diva.

‘Just think what will happen! She’ll be forced to talk Italian, for Mr Wyse has often said what a treat it will be to hear them talk it together, and I’m sure Lucia doesn’t know any. I must be there.’

‘But if she does know it, it will be rather a sell,’ said Diva. ‘We shall have gone there for nothing except to hear all that Mozart over again and to eat tomatoes. I had heartburn half the night afterwards.’

‘Trust me, Diva,’ said Elizabeth. ‘I swear she doesn’t know any Italian. And how on earth will she be able to wriggle out of talking it? With all her ingeniousness, it can’t be done. She can’t help being exposed.’

‘Well, that would be rather amusing,’ said Diva. ‘Being put down a peg or two certainly wouldn’t hurt her. All right. I’ll say I’ll come.’