"Don't count me in!" she begged. "I never felt less inclined to move from anywhere. If being Eve Bundercombe means living at the Ritz I think I'd rather go on. The life of an adventuress is, after all, just a little strenuous and I am tired of living on the thin edge of nothing."
"Perhaps, before you know where you are," Mr. Bundercombe remarked gloomily, "you'll be living on the thin edge of a little less than nothing!"
There was a knock at the door. We all looked at one another. A magnificent person with powdered hair, breeches and silk stockings presented himself.
"Lord Reginald Sidley!" he announced.
In walked Reggie. He was correctly attired for calling and he carried a most immaculate silk hat in his hand. I fully expected to see him drop it on the floor, but he did nothing of the sort. He laid it upon a small table, paused for one second to shake his fist at me, and advanced toward Eve with both hands outstretched.
"At last I have found you, then!" he exclaimed. "Miss Bundercombe! Well, I am glad to see you!"
"Hello, Reggie!" she answered sweetly. "What a time you've been looking us up."
He was taken aback.
"Well, I like that!" he gasped. "And—how are you, Mr. Bundercombe?"
"Glad to see you!" Mr. Bundercombe replied cheerlessly.