“And that, instead of remaining”—I heard him laugh a little—“a mere fiancée, you’ll be friends now—real chums?”
“If you like,” I sighed again. “That is promotion, isn’t it?” I said, not meaning to be altogether too polite to him.
“Nancy, I know I’m rotten in lots of ways,” he admitted frankly. “I daresay you think I’ve got a beast of a temper, don’t you?”
“Well,” I said slowly, “you did kick Cariad, didn’t you?”
“Little brute needs it! He’s disgustingly spoilt. Everyone is who belongs to my mother.” ...
“And you did make Theo cry!”
“Did her good!”
“It didn’t in the least! She was just as bad again to-day!”
“Was she, by Jove? Then I shall have to——”
“No, no, she wasn’t. I mean, you are!”