Charlie sighed heavily.
“We must break it to them,” said he. “Mary will understand; she has such delicacy of feeling that——”
“You’re always praising that girl. I believe you’re in love with her still.”
“Well, you as good as told me I wasn’t fit to black Ashforth’s boots.”
“Anyhow he wouldn’t have—have—have tried to make a girl care for him when he knew she cared for somebody else.”
“Hang it, it seems to me Ashforth isn’t exactly immaculate. Why, in Switzerland——”
“Never mind Switzerland, Mr. Ellerton, please.”
A silence ensued. Then Charlie remarked, with a reproachful glance at Dora’s averted face, “And this is the sequel to Avignon! I shouldn’t have thought a girl could change so in forty-eight hours.”
Dora said nothing. She held her head very high in the air and looked straight in front of her.
“When you gave me that kiss——” resumed Charlie.