“Yes; it was her fault,” said Jack, significantly.
“You always were clumsy, my dear Jack,” said Mrs. Davenant. “You are too big.”
“I’ll get myself cut down a foot or two,” said Jack.
Happy! They were as happy as any two women in London, notwithstanding Jack’s wickedness.
Jack glanced at the piano.
“I wish you could play,” he said to Una.
Mrs. Davenant looked at him.
“How do you know she cannot?” she said.
Jack looked embarrassed.
“I rather fancy I heard U—Miss Rolfe—admit as much. But she can sing, I know.”