"Fancy you fancying me,
I can fancy anybody fancying you,
But fancy you fancying me."
"Incidental music; jolly appropriate," laughed little Mr. Brown, happily. "What that girl could possibly see in your humble beats me. I expect most people who meet us thinks she's balmy——"
But Olwen, smiling and interested and sympathetically murmuring, was thinking again (secretly) of the Charm.
CHAPTER VIII
RATIONS AND THE CHARM
"A dinner of herbs where Love is."
Proverbs.
"If there is one thing that bores a man," gave out Captain Ross, in a voice like the clashing together of Tube lift-gates—a tone that he had adopted all that evening, since nothing seemed to be going right, "if there is one thing that bores a man stiff, it's when some woman starts in to 'Love' him."