"Yes. He's so clever and persevering! He's been making up steadily to Aunt William for several days, so that she might ask him to meet me. At last she has. As he says, everything comes to the man who won't wait."
"I wonder she approves of him."
"Well, she does in a sort of peculiar way, because he's of a good old family, and hasn't gone into anything—like stockbroking or business of any kind, and she thinks she can find him a nice suitable wife. She thinks Lucy Winter would be very suitable. Aunt William lives for suitability, you know. Isn't it funny of her?"
Vera laughed. "Lucy? Why, I took him with Lucy and me to choose a hat, and there wasn't a thing she could wear. They don't get on at all. Lucy likes serious, intellectual men; she says Bertie's frothy and trivial. She wants to marry a great author, or a politician. However, thank goodness, she's left off bothering about Bobby Henderson." Here Vera sighed heavily.
"Has Bobby left off bothering about Agatha? That's the point."
"I don't know," said Vera. "I don't understand him; we've been having some very curious scenes together lately. I can't think what he means."
"He doesn't mean anything at all," said Felicity "and that's what you won't understand. What curious things, as you call them, has he been doing lately?"
"Well, he called yesterday by appointment."
"Your appointment, I suppose?" said Felicity.
"By telephone," said Vera evasively. "And stayed two hours. And at last I took a very strong line."