“Oh, he carried on like one o’clock about Futurism,” said Bertha.
“I thought every moment would be my next,” said Nigel.
“What nonsense you’re both talking,” said Bertha.
“Yes, and if Charlie thinks he’s going to sit me out by asking questions, he’s jolly well mistaken,” Nigel said. “Look here, old chap, Bertha’s going out. I know she wants to get into her glad raiment. I’ll drop you.”
“Right-o!” said Charlie, jumping up.
They took their leave. Bertha looked amused.
CHAPTER VII
RUSSIAN BALLET
ARRANGEMENTS had been made that Mrs. Nigel Hillier was to have a little dinner at home for her mother (with whom Nigel was not supposed to be on terms); and she and her parent were to go to the St. James’s Theatre, for which two stalls had been purchased. Nigel pretended he was dining with an old friend at the club.
Coming in brightly, but, as usual, losing half his personality in the hall, he found Mary at seven o’clock sitting in the little boudoir, in the usual arm-chair, looking our for him, not, apparently, thinking of dressing for dinner.