"Yes, but I've got that. I know there was something you said you wanted very much."
"Probably tea."
"Tiaras," explained Miss Middleton hastily. "Of course."
"Certainly, madam," said the shopwalker. "If you will just sit down," he continued, leading us to a little room out of the main stream of shoppers, "I will send somebody to attend you."
We sat down mechanically. I leant my stick against a showcase and balanced my hat on the top of it.
"Now you've done it," I said. "How many tiaras shall we have? I've got nearly four pounds."
"We needn't have any. We can say we don't much care about their selection."
"Or that we wanted one specially built for us."
"One goes into dozens of shops without buying anything," said Miss Middleton cheerily.
"I never do," I replied gloomily. "Look out, here he is."