He was so cross that he found an excuse not to turn up to a very small party Jane gave after her finals. Here my suspicions were confirmed. We had not seen her during her exams, but clearly a lot had gone on in that time: Jeremy behaved very much as though he were the host at the party. I found this rather touching, since I still thought of him as absurdly young. I was glad Charles was not present, since he might have responded facetiously.
Apart from being rude, that might also have deprived us of one of the most delightful experiences ever, for it was at that very party that Jeremy first broached the project of a trip to Tolouse for lunch. The mind boggled, but it transpired that the project was quite a practical one. Twice a week, it appeared, an eight-seater jet left Jeremy’s father’s factory in Bristol for Toulouse, to take people across for consultations with regard to some joint project. At this stage consultations were few and far between, so that the jet was frequently empty and never more than half full; since nevertheless it always went, Jeremy was at liberty to take a few select friends across for the day.