For a moment we looked at one another.
Then—
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Sally," said Daphne gently, "but you mustn't give the brutes that credit. We sent you the mats as a Christmas present." Sally knitted her brows. "They're not yours. We bought them from Planchet. Directly I saw them, I thought how beautifully they'd match yours, and we wanted you to have a set."
Sally stared at her.
"But I could have sworn——-"
"I know," said Daphne. "It was because they were such a wonderful match that we——"
"What else did he sell you?"
A sudden thought came to me, and I turned to catch Berry by the arm….
As men in a film, he and I looked at one another with open mouths….
Sublimely unconscious. Daphne and Adèle were reciting the list of our treasures.
Mrs. Featherstone heard them out solemnly. Then—