“Good lord!” cried Julia suddenly, leaping to her feet. “We’ve never been to see South Street.”
Her fiancé started guiltily.
“Nor—nor we have,” he stammered.
With a withering glance, Julia sped to the mantelpiece and began in feverish haste to powder her nose.
Hubert stared at his watch.
“Don’t you think it’s a bit late, dear?”
“Why?” demanded Julia over her shoulder. “We said ‘before six.’ ”
“Did—did we?”
“You know we did,” said Julia, seizing her hat.
Challenger smothered a groan.