Daphne was staring at me. So our brougham had been sent to fetch...
Madrigal laid her band on my arm.
"It's all right, Daphne dear. As I was going home to dress about half-past seven, I met Boy—"
"Hurrying?" said Daphne.
"Now I come to think of it, he was walking rather—"
"A nice brisk pace," said I.
"Be quiet," said Daphne, "or I'Il sting you."
"Well," resumed Madrigal, "I met him and he explained—"
"About dinner?"
"About dinner. So we didn't either of us dress. In fact we didn't dine either; we were—er..."