“At least,” said Derry Peruke, “they can’t have been angry. To see all is to forgive all. And next time, sweetheart, I think I should put her in first.”
As the cars drew apart—
“Did you see who that was?” said Virginia in a freezing tone.
Captain Chase inserted a finger between his collar and throat.
“I saw your blasted husband kissing my wife.”
“How dare you?” cried Mrs. Peruke. “She had her arms round his neck.”
“He was taking advantage of her,” declared Roger. “Rosemary’s not that sort.”
“What d’you mean—that sort?” said Virginia furiously.
In view of the powder yet adhering to her companion’s shoulder, the peculiar pertinence of the question was undeniable.