At last Vera's wish had been granted; some one had really fallen in love with her. But she had not patience to read the letter through. Her friend's counsel was necessary instantly.
She flew to the telephone. "Felicity!—Oh, there you are!... I meant not to tell you, but something so exciting has happened.... Yesterday at the German lunch ... a wonderful person.... His name?—Newman Ferguson.... Have you ever heard of him?... You'll find out all about him from Bertie.... Thanks.... Couldn't I see you to-day? Very well, then, ring me up if you have any news.... Keep calm indeed! I am keeping calm!"
Mr. Ogilvie's knock was heard. Vera hid the letter and went downstairs.
Felicity walked in at ten o'clock the next morning. Vera thought she had rather a peculiar expression.
"Don't you think it sounds lovely?" said Vera.
"I should like to see the letter."
They read the letter together.
"What an extraordinary conglomeration! I can't make head or tail of it."
"He's coming to see me this afternoon."
"Is he, though?"