How Desmond asserts himself, and shows himself a better man than his rival—And how a bunch of red roses causes a breach, and how a ring heals it.
"Then it is decided," says Olga. "'The School for Scandal' first, and tableaux to follow. Now for them. I suppose four altogether will be quite sufficient. We must not try the patience of our poor audience past endurance."
"It will be past that long before our tableaux begin," says Ulic Ronayne, in a low tone. He is dressed in a tennis suit of white flannel, and is looking particularly handsome.
Olga makes a pretty little moue, but no audible response.
"I have two arranged," she says, "but am distracted about three and four. Will anybody except Mr. Kelly come to my assistance?"
"Oh, you're jealous because you didn't think of 'Enid' and the carriage-horse yourself," returns that young man, with ineffable disdain,—"or that Dolly Varden affair."
"Well, that last might do,—modified a little," says Olga, brightening. "Mr. Ryde is enormous enough for anything. Quite an ideal Hugh."
"Quite," says Ronayne, with a smile.
"Then it has arranged itself; that is, if you agree, dear?" says Olga, turning to Monica.
"It shall be as you wish. I mean, I know nothing about it," gently; "but I shall like to help you if I can."