"I say, you old slacker, what about that sov.?" she began. "I suppose you got your Christmas presents all right?"
"Oh, yes, I got my presents!" said Gwen, trying to pass things off airily. "Not quite what I expected, though."
"But you can pay me back?"
"I'm afraid I can't just yet."
Netta's rather pretty face changed its expression considerably.
"When can you, then?" she asked sharply. "I want to know."
"Could you wait a fortnight?"
"It's inconvenient, but I might."
Netta was still scowling. "Will you promise faithfully to bring it by the 1st of February?"
"I'll do my best," agreed Gwen, escaping from what was to both a very unpleasant interview.