Little Evie laughed. "Norma hasn't got a private life," she answered.
At five o'clock, when Aunt Georgy was settled on her blue sofa, with her cane beside her and her tea set in front, Evie stole quietly out of the back door into the garden as Norma and the seer entered at the front.
"Well, here he is, Aunt Georgy," Norma shouted from the threshold, as if she had done a good deal for an elderly relation.
He came in and shook hands, unruffled by Norma's introduction.
"Where's Evie?" Norma went on in a tone rather like a sheriff's officer.
"She was so sorry—she had an engagement," said Aunt Georgy, quite as if it were true.
Norma gave a short shout.
"Oh, Ken knows she doesn't like him," she said; "and as a matter of fact, he isn't very keen about her."
Lisburn looked at Miss Hadley, not exactly embarrassed, but as if to say that when you told a thing to Norma you told it to the whole world. Aunt Georgy was interested in his not denying the accusation. She had never before happened to meet a man who actually did not like Evie.