How to Fake It in Society

They emerged into daylight with some relief after a highly educational couple of hours. “Luncheon,” Titus said firmly. “And then perhaps that ice?”

They lunched well at Saunders’ Oyster-rooms, taking a table by the first-floor window to watch the world walk down Piccadilly and make observations of varying charity about its appearance.

Titus enjoyed people very well when he was at a remove from them, Nico thought; his shoulders were visibly relaxed now.

Afterwards they strolled down to Berkeley Square to try Gunter’s famous strawberry ices, perfect in their cold, smooth sweetness.