“Do you mean that you used to know Miss Bannerman?” asked Mrs. Hilary in her pleasant prosaic way.
It was a sin seventeen years old; it would hardly count against the blameless Miss Bannerman now. “You may tell her when I’m gone,” said I to Miss Phyllis.
Miss Phyllis whispered in Mrs. Hilary’s ear.
“Another?” cried Mrs. Hilary, aghast.
“It was the very first,” said I, defending myself.
Mrs. Hilary began to laugh. I smoothed my hat.
“Tell her,” said I, “that I remembered her very well.”
“I shall do no such thing,” said Mrs. Hilary.
“And tell her,” I continued, “that I am still handsome.”
“I shan’t say a word about you,” said Mrs. Hilary.