“Why, you haven’t seen Doris yourself yet,” laughed Lily.
“Oh, of course my plan may all come to nothing,” Michael admitted. “But look here, I vote we don’t bother about anybody else in the world but ourselves for the rest of the afternoon.”
Nor did they.
“Shall I wear a top-hat to-morrow?” Michael asked even in the very poignancy of farewell. “I mean—will your mother prefer it?”
“Oh, no, the people who come to tea with us on Sunday are mostly artists and actors,” decided Lily judicially.
“Do lots of people come then?” asked Michael, quickly jealous.
“A good many.”
“I might as well have fallen in love with one of the Royal Family,” sighed Michael in despair.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I never can see you alone,” he declared.