“Have you any right to ask?”
“I think so—as an old friend. They’re compromisingly large, and there’s a strange mixture of orchids and forget-me-nots, roses and gardenias that I don’t quite like. It looks like somebody almost wildly lavish—not anxious to show off his taste, but sincerely throwing his whole soul into the basket.”
She laughed, pleased.
“Who sent you the flowers, Bertha?”
He was standing up by the door.
“Percy,” she answered.
“Oh!”
CHAPTER XIV
“TANGO”
MADELINE had taken the gossip about Rupert and Miss Chivvey very bravely, but very seriously. It pained her terribly, but she was grateful to Bertha for telling her.