"Chetwode isn't invertebrate!"
Bertie bowed. "Ah, I dare say not. Of that I have no kind of doubt. But you see, he's not here. He's never here. Good-bye."
He took his leave in a very final manner.
Felicity thought over the question with interest. She was sure she would never see Wilton again. Why was Chetwode always away like this? Everybody noticed it.
When Felicity came back from the [St. James's] Theatre that night she thought that she was a little in love with Bertie Wilton. But she knew she wasn't.