As it turned out, I had not. When I got home my mother informed me that my grandmother had expressed some disquiet about the sleeping arrangements we had made for Jeremy and Jane. The family occupied all the bedrooms upstairs; downstairs there were two, one a large comfortable room with two beds in it, the other small and stuffy. We had allocated these to Jane and Jeremy respectively. I felt some qualms about the accommodation Jeremy was getting, but we moved a fan in and hoped for the best since there was not much else that could be done.
My grandmother’s qualms had been of a quite different sort. The two rooms had a connecting door and shared a bathroom, and she was of the view that such intimacy was improper for two people of different sexes unless they were married or connected by a degree of kinship that precluded marriage. She had suggested accordingly that Jane be moved into my room upstairs, and I be sent down to share the bigger room with Jeremy.