“It is a very nice place,” she defended herself. There might or might not have been a dimpling of the austere lines of her mouth.
“And you talked about hat-shops.”
The dimple was unmistakable. There were even signs of a second one.
“You know what I’m driving at?” he insisted.
“Oh, yes,” said Laura.
“Well, then—wasn’t it?”
“Wasn’t it what?” said Justin.
She looked from one to another.
“Pose!” said Laura as meekly as you please.