"Want me to say your tie's all right?" she chirped.
"No, my child, I do not," said Rags. "I wouldn't trust your taste round the corner with a tie. You're looking rather pleased with yourself—what?"
"I'm pleased with myself and everybody else," replied Eileen. "This is one of my happy nights."
"I wonder why? There's sure to be a dull crowd at dinner. I've found out now the Rollses know all the wrong lot."
"I found that out long ago. But I don't care. And I'm going to sit by Petro. So I shall be all right."
"You've jolly well been with him the whole blessed day. Aren't you sick of his society yet?"
"No. And I shouldn't be till doomsday. He talks to me of such interesting things."
"Has he ever by chance said anything to you about the Lady in the Moon?"
"Good gracious! no, nor the man either. Nor the green cheese it's made of. Is that the sort of conversation Ena's been treating you to? If it is, no wonder you look bored stiff. You never could stand romance from any one but darling Pobbles."
"Don't speak of Kathleen in this house. It makes me want to bolt for home. Not that she'd look at me if I did.