While this was going on Emily had walked over.

‘Hello,’ I said.

‘We need fizzy water too.’

‘Congratulations,’ said the TV presenter.

Emily did a double take. ‘Thank you.’

‘He thought we’d just got married.’

‘Oh!’ she said.

‘Sorry,’ he said. ‘Anyway, have a great day.’

‘Thank you,’ she said, and we watched him take two glasses of wine over to a table in the corner where a woman was waiting.

‘Great,’ she said.

‘It’s going OK, though, isn’t it?’

‘Yeah. It’s nice.’

‘Were you worried about Sophie acting up?’

‘Of course.’

‘She seems less against you than before.’

‘That’s probably the pre-nup.’

‘Ha ha.’

She looked back towards our platform and back to me.

‘Of course. There probably was something like that.’

‘Mm hm,’ she said. ‘I thought it would ease the tension.’

‘Is that what the tension was about? I thought it was her mum.’

She took a mirror from her bag and looked at herself in it.

‘These things don’t really occur to me,’ I lied. ‘I suppose it’s pretty complicated. Inheritance.’

The barman popped the cork of a bottle of champagne and set it down.

She put the mirror back in her bag. ‘It’s just to reassure the family that I won’t run off with all his money if he happens to die suddenly, or if I catch him fucking his students and divorce him.’

‘Would you mind?’

She shrugged and looked away. ‘Yes.’

‘Sophie would think that unenlightened of you.’

‘Yes, she’s full of theoretical positions. I suspect she’s capable of jealousy too.’

‘Certainly where you’re concerned.’

She pulled a face, though I thought she looked slightly pleased.

‘And you’re not feeling upset, that you were pressurised into something less than you deserved?’

‘Jesus, fuck, Paul.’ She didn’t look pleased any more. ‘Did you just say that? On my wedding day?’

‘About the money. Not about Andrew.’

‘That’s not much better,’ she sighed. ‘I’m sorry. I just wanted to get on with life the way it was, and this seemed a good way to do that. I met a man who I’m happy with, much to my surprise. I fell in love with him, not his money. He’s kind, intelligent, handsome. Don’t roll your eyes.’

‘Convince yourself when I’m not around, please.’

‘What?’

‘You came back with me the other night and you’re talking like nothing at all happened.’

‘Paul. Please.’

‘I mean: I’m not actually sensitive about it. It’s the principle of the thing. That you might at least consider that you might want to be sensitive about it.’

‘Come on,’ she said, putting her hand on my waist. ‘You can’t have wounded feelings while sleeping with my boyf— my husband’s daughter.’

‘Jesus, listen to this sordid fucking… Yuck.’

‘I know. What are you doing here, Paul? What are you hoping for?’