"I really think it must be about seventy or eighty by this time," says Mr. Gower thoughtfully. "However, it doesn't matter about that. She'll be awfully pleased to get the five pounds. One likes five pounds, you know, when one has lost all hope of ever getting it."
"Oh, go away!" says Tita. "You are a horrid boy!"
CHAPTER VI.
HOW ALL THE HOUSE PARTY AT OAKDEAN GROW FRIVOLOUS IN THE ABSENCE OF THE LORD AND MASTER; AND HOW MRS. BETHUNE ENCOURAGES A GAME OF HIDE-AND-SEEK; AND HOW, AFTER MANY ESCAPES, TITA IS CAUGHT AT LAST.
"She has gone to bed," says Tita, reappearing in the drawing-room just as the clock strikes nine on the following evening.
"Thank goodness!" says Mrs. Chichester, sotto voce, at which
Captain Marryatt laughs.
"She is not very ill, I hope?" says Margaret.
"Oh no! A mere headache."
"Bile!" suggests Mr. Gower prettily.
Tita looks angrily at him.