“I’m glad to have met you like this,” he said, as they proceeded side by side.
“Oh yes,” she responded eagerly, “so am I—awfully glad!”
“Because I want to have a word about Tom.”
“Oh—Tom,” with inexpressible scorn, “I’ve just about done with Tom!”
“Done for him, you mean! You’re breaking his heart; he’s a topping good chap, I know, for I live in the house with him.”
Here, indeed, was a bitter disappointment for Miss Dilly. So the smart chauffeur was merely talking to her as a friend of Tom’s!
“I say,” he continued, “do you think it’s playing the game to be carrying on with this other chap, if you are engaged to Tom?”
“Who says so?” she demanded sharply.
“He does—Ottinge does.”
“Laws! A lot of jangling old women! Much I care what they say!” and she tossed her head violently.