"Excellent," said Jimmy approvingly. "Nothing could be better. I'd like an eye kept on Bundle anyway. You never know what mad thing she won't be up to next. She's so frightfully unexpected. And the worst of it is, she's so astonishingly successful. I tell you, keeping Bundle out of mischief is a whole-time job."
"Bill ought to look after her," suggested Loraine.
"Bill's pretty busy elsewhere."
"Don't you believe it," said Loraine.
"What? Not the Countess? But the lad's potty about her."
Loraine continued to shake her head.
"There's something there I don't quite understand. But it's not the Countess with Bill—it's Bundle. Why, this morning Bill was talking to me when Mr. Lomax came out and sat down by Bundle. He took her hand or something, and Bill was off like—like a rocket."
"What a curious taste some people have," observed Mr. Thesiger. "Fancy anyone who was talking to you wanting to do anything else. But you surprise me very much, Loraine. I thought our simple Bill was enmeshed in the toils of the beautiful foreign adventuress. Bundle thinks so, I know."
"Bundle may," said Loraine, "but I tell you, Jimmy, it isn't so."
"Then what's the big idea?"