"Don't propose to me again," Olwen warned him. "I might think better of it."
"Oh, no," laughed Harold Ellerton. "You're an absolute little sportswoman, I know."
The little sportswoman, while she continued to laugh and chat with him in the friendliest way until the signal sounded for the train to start again, the little sportswoman had been really arrested by one of his remarks.
"Something about her" tonight, he thought. She'd heard something like that before. She thought she might know what it meant.
She went back to early on the afternoon of that eventful day.
Very late she had found herself as she was dressing for her tea with Mr. Brown at the Regent Palace; even as she was putting on her nicest silk stockings she had known that it would mean a scamper down the drive if she meant to catch that train....
Then in her hurry a suspender had snapped.
"Dash!" she had cried.
No time to stitch it.