"Never!" sobbed Vera. "It's just like my luck! Oh, and the books I ordered, and the new dress. I can never bear to look at them."
"It's a very good thing we found it out," said Felicity.
"But how on earth does Bertie know?"
"He knows everything—about people, I mean—and he's always right. In fact, he sent you a message to ask you to be very careful, and said he'd come and see you about it."
"Rather cool! It seems I can't have any secret to myself now," panted Mrs. Ogilvie.
"Well, you see, dear, you did ask me to get all the information I could, and after all I only told Bertie you met Mr. Ferguson. He guessed that he would fall in love with you, and bring you a bouquet early in the morning, and write you a lot of letters about philosophy."
"How did he know?"
"Well, if you don't mind my saying so, dear, it's because it's what he always does."
Vera began to laugh.
"Tell Bertie he need not trouble to call about it, I'd rather forget it."