At last we were alone together—just before I said good night.
"Margaret has told me some of her impressions. What are yours?" she asked.
"I think that, on the whole, we did fairly well. I also think that Margaret and I between us pretty well let the cat out of the bag."
"Oh, you did! How was the animal liked?"
"It was pronounced ridiculous—on all grounds ridiculous!"
"Was it? We shall see." Jenny looked dangerous.
"But all the same it was thought better than—the fox."
"Ah!" she cried eagerly. "Better than the fox!" Her eyes sparkled. "Tell me all you can remember."
I told her my tale, not forgetting what had passed between Fillingford and myself when we were alone.
"Not so bad! I think we'll go ahead now!" said Jenny.