Brewster admitted that it had been pretty good.
“Only pretty good?”
“Well, I don’t know,” he said, “it was all right. Yes, it was ripping, really; but it was so different from what I had expected.”
“How do you mean?”
“Oh, well, you know. I felt so awkward; she started everything. I didn’t have any say in it at all. I had thought it was up to me to do all that.”
“Betty’s not that sort.”
“No, but it’s a funny business.”
“You are coming out next week, though?”
“Rather!”
And next week Dolly, as soon as she was alone with Roland, began to ask him questions about Brewster: “What did he say to you? What did he think of her? Was she nice to him? You must tell me all about it.”