"My dear Felicity, there's no doubt he's madly in love with me," said Vera. "Can you deny it?"
"My dear Vera, he's raving mad," answered Felicity.
"What?" cried Vera.
"Is it possible that you don't see it?"
"But look at that clever letter!" said Vera.
"It's the maddest letter I ever read. Besides, dear, I know about it. Don't distress yourself. Bertie says he was always eccentric, but sometimes he's quite all right for years. Then, any sudden excitement, especially Falling in Love——"
"Then you own he did fall in love with me?"
"Oh, of course, of course! Certainly! No one denies that. But I really think we ought to write to the Dorfensteins and get them to tell the Savoy people to look after him. It's very sad. He has rather a nice manner—nice eyes."
Vera buried her face in her handkerchief.
"Now don't worry, darling," said Felicity affectionately. "Be out when he calls, and I'm quite sure we shall soon find some one quite sane who will amuse you just as much."