“Oh, do tell me,” said Dolly, dimpling all over her face.
So I told her; I made the story as long as I could for reasons connected with the dimples.
“What fun!” exclaimed Dolly. “I told you at the time that a young unmarried person like you ought to be more careful.”
“I am just debating,” I observed, “whether to sacrifice you.”
“To sacrifice me, Mr. Carter?”
“Of course,” I explained; “if I dropped you, Mrs. Hilary would let me come again.”
“How charming that would be!” cried Dolly. “You would enjoy her nice serious conversation—all about Hilary!”
“She is apt,” I conceded, “to touch on Hilary. But she is very picturesque.”
“Oh, yes, she’s handsome,” said Dolly.
There was a pause. Then Dolly said, “Well?”