That made two out of four....
Well, that was a better percentage than she had thought she might hope for, thought Olwen as she turned away.
Did it mean that after all half the people in the world were lucky in love?
CHAPTER VII
PETROL AND THE CHARM
"For your own ladies, and pale-visaged maids,
Like Amazons, come tripping after drums;
Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change,
Their needles to lances."
Shakespeare.
"I've got a table in the corner over here," said little Mr. Brown to Olwen through the buzz of talk that drowned all but the louder strains of the band in the tea-room of the Regent Palace Hotel.