"Next Wednesday, the day before I go away."
Felicity had promised to take him to a concert where he might not only see her but possibly even be introduced to her in the artists' room, through the good nature of De Valdez, who had been told of Savile's romantic devotion.
But Savile was now feeling rather tenderly towards Dolly, who had evidently learnt by experience to put her trust in Englishmen. In fact, at this moment he was thoroughly enjoying himself again.
"I don't think after all I shall say I'm engaged to you," said Dolly sadly. "There's something depressing about it when it isn't true."
"Oh well, let's make it true."
"Really; but what about The Other Girl?"
"You don't quite understand. That's a different thing. There she is—but—that's all. It's nothing to do with being engaged to you."
She looked bewildered.
"But is she very fond of you?"
"Not at all," said Savile.