"Don't snatch! I want another prehistoric peep—and now tell me the real person, dear," said Felicity, trying not to laugh.
"Oh no, you don't! I just shan't now."
"Mayn't I see the real one?"
Savile, after a glance at Aunt William, gave a short laugh, and said, putting it away—
"Look here, and try to listen. This is how I stand. Last holidays, at Christmas, I proposed to Dolly Clive in the square. She accepted me. Very well. This holidays, I saw some one else; what is a fellow to do? And then I went completely off my head about her, as any chap with a grain of sense would do, and Doll's no more to me now than——"
"Aunt William," said Lady Chetwode.
"As a gentleman, I'm bound to Dolly; though, don't forget I always told her that if when she came out she met a chap she liked better, she was quite free; (not but what I jolly well intended to punch the chap's head). Still, there it was! Then this happens! And this time I fell really in love."
"Where?"
"Never mind where. At a concert."
"But what concert, Savile?"