She did not seem overwhelmed by the news.
"Fancy! Just fancy! Oh—I see. Is there some one else? Who is it, Savile?"
He smiled in his most superior way.
"My dear child, people don't go about mentioning women's names. Now look here, Dolly, I meant to be straight, so I told you right out."
She smiled.
"I wonder what sort of girl she is! Well, it can't be Gladys: she's much too hideous. That's one comfort!"
"You're right, it can't. Besides, it's not."
"Well, Savile, you're a dear good boy to come and tell me about it. And, the fact is, I was just wanting to tell you myself that perhaps we had better not be engaged any more. Just be pals instead, you know."
"Who's the man?" He spoke sternly.
She began to talk very volubly.