She turned away again, but again wheeled half round to face me.
“Well, now we know what I meant; but what on earth did you mean?”
I drew myself up for real inspection.
“Can’t you think?”
She shook her head.
“I must say you seemed inordinately penitent over a broken cup, even if Mrs. Sillinger was so cross. She said you spilled the coffee all over her dress; but you didn’t.”
“You mean Jack.”
“Oh yes! What a bother! I shall always get you mixed up in the future.”
“I hope not—for his sake.”