"The jam'll wash off," said Berry. "You don't know how easily jam comes off. Why, I've known..."
"If I thought you really had turned them on to the typewriter, I should never forgive you."
"You oughtn't to say a thing like that, even in jest," said Berry; "it isn't Christian. I tell you for your good."
"Seriously, you didn't do such a wicked thing? Hullo, where is it?"
"They're going to bring it back on Wednesday. I said they couldn't have it more than a week."
I glanced at Jill, who was standing by the window. Her left eyelid flickered, and I knew it was all right.
"Well, I can't help it," I said, sinking back into my chair and lighting a cigarette.
"Poor old chap!" said Daphne. "I believe you thought we had done you down."
"Of course I didn't. Is it to-morrow you've got to go up to Town, Jill?"
"Yes, Boy. Are you going up, too?"