“Well, I’m frightfully critical—particular.”
There was a frozen silence.
Then—
“Where,” said Eleanor in a choking voice, “where do I fall short?”
Crispin shifted uneasily.
“Don’t let’s go into details,” he said. “It’ll only——”
“Please.”
“My dear Nell, you are so attractive and you’ve got so many——”
“That’ll do,” said Eleanor Cloke. “And now please tell me exactly where I fail.”
Crispin hesitated. Then—