"He asked so many questions!" I said. "He really takes such an interest. You ought to be flattered, Miss Million."
"I don't know that having interest taken in me by young gentlemen is any such a rarity, just now!"
Here she reddened rather prettily.
I fastened the other cuff. Million went on, in a gush of artless confidence: "To tell you the truth, Smith, I haven't half been getting off lately. The other night, at the Thousand and One Club, who d'you suppose was making a fuss of me? A lord, my girl!"
This she said, little dreaming that her maid had watched the whole of this scene.
"And then, there's something else that's getting a bit more serious," said Million, bridling. "Turning up to-day, just because he'd guessed where I'd got to, and all!"
"He? Which he?" I asked, with a quick feeling of dismay.
"It's what I call pointed," said Million, "the way he's been going on ever since he's met me. Even if he is uncle's old friend, it's not all on account of uncle that he makes hisself so agreeable. Oh, no! Marked, that's what I call it. You know who I mean."
She nodded her dark head. She smiled as she spoke the name with a shyness that suited her rather well.
"The Honourable Mr. Burke!"