The Brother of Daphne

I said you'd do something, said Daphne, leaning back easily in her long chair.
I stopped swinging my legs and looked at her.
Did you, indeed, I said coldly.
My sister nodded dreamily.
Then you lied, darling. In your white throat, I said pleasantly.
By the way, d'you know if the petrol's come?
I don't even care, said Daphne. But I didn't lie, old chap. My word is—
Your bond? Quite so. But not mine. The appointment I have in Town that day—
Which day? said Daphne, with a faint smile.
The fete day.
Ah!