Miss Middleton sighed.
"Then that nice young man with the bald head will have to go without. But I only said I'd SEE if I could give him one. And I have seen, haven't I?"
The band really stopped this time, and we found a comfortable corner.
"That's very jolly of you," I said, as I leant back lazily and happily. "Now let's talk about Christmas."
III.—ANOTHER MILESTONE
"You're very thoughtful," said Miss Middleton. "What's the matter?"
"I am extremely unhappy," I confessed.
"Oh, but think of Foster and Hobbs and Woolley."
I thought of Foster; I let my mind dwell upon Hobbs. It was no good.
"I am still rather sad," I said.