“Oh, you story!” said David. “I never——”
“Shut your face,” said Crispin. “Go on, Nell. When he seized you . . .”
“I never seized her,” cried Herrick. “I—I hadn’t time. Your butler——”
“You see,” said Eleanor, “we arrived together to-night. I was just going to ring when he said that I looked like a fairy-tale. Well, that was all right, so, instead of ringing, I gave him a baby stare.”
“Oh, the hussy!” raved Herrick. “The——”
“Be quiet,” shrieked his host and hostess.
“The next minute,” said Eleanor coolly, “it was all over. And, when I came to, the door was open and I was in his arms.”
“Oh, she’s slurred it,” said Crispin. “She’s slurred it. What was all over?”
Eleanor smiled bewitchingly.
“You must ask your butler,” she said.