“Nonsense, Mr. Carter. I thought Phyllis might—”
“I don’t mind going on,” said Miss Phyllis, smiling. “One day I—I lost the other girls.”
“The other girls are always easy to lose,” I observed.
“And on the way there—oh, you know, he went to the lectures.”
“The young dog,” said I, nudging Hilary. “I should think he did!”
“On the way there it became rather—rather foggy.”
“Blessings on it!” I cried; for little Miss Phyllis’s demure but roguish expression delighted me.
“And he—he found me in the fog.”
“What are you doing, Mr. Carter?” cried Mrs. Hilary angrily.
“Nothing, nothing,” said I. I believe I had winked at Hilary.