“Details, please,” said I.
Little Miss Phyllis shook her head.
“And left me at the door.”
“Was it still foggy?” I asked.
“Yes. Or he wouldn’t have—”
“Now what did he—?”
“Come to the door, Mr. Carter,” said Miss Phyllis, with obvious wariness. “Oh, and it was such fun!”
“I’m sure it was.”
“No, I mean when we were examined in the lectures. I bought the local paper, you know, and read it up, and I got top marks easily, and Miss Green wrote to mother to say how well I had done.”
“It all ends most satisfactorily,” I observed.