"Next week; at the end of the holidays."
"If you cut him dead as he deserves," said Savile, "it's treating him as if he mattered. Of course, you really showed you were offended?"
"Well—I suppose I did. You see, his head was quite turned by these old grown-up girls making a fuss about him."
"What a rotter!" said Savile kindly. "Well, do you still like him?"
"No; I simply hate him, I tell you," said Dolly.
"Then don't bother about him any more."
Savile forbore to say, "I told you so!" He was however naturally gratified.
"What I should like," said Dolly candidly, "would be to be able to tell Thérèse—who would tell Robert—that I'm engaged to you!"
"Well, tell her so, if you like."
"Oh, what a brick you are! It's not very truthful though, is it?"