“I do. That was what I did it for. I was resolved to know what the nameless ones said of the Misses May.”
Hasty and eager inquiries broke out from Flora and Ethel.
“Oh, Dr. May was very clever, certainly, very clever. Had I seen the daughters? I said I was going to call there, and they said—”
“What, oh, what, Harry?”
“They said Flora was thought pretty, but—and as to Ethel, now, how do you think you came off, Unready?”
“Tell me. They could not say the same of me, at any rate.”
“Quite the reverse! They called Ethel very odd, poor girl.”
“I don’t mind,” said Ethel. “They may say what they please of me; besides that, I believe it is all Harry’s own invention.”
“Nay, that is a libel on my invention!” exclaimed Harry. “If I had drawn on that, could I not have told you something much droller?”
“And was that really all?” said Flora.