"Oh, yes," Fanny interrupted. "But then——"
"Nothing. Only it is so much better so, don't you think?"
"Better!" Annandale fiercely repeated.
"Why, yes. You and Sylvia were totally unsuited for each other. She is the best and dearest girl in the world. But—here is the waiter. Will you tell him to fetch me a lemon squash?"
Annandale gave the order.
"With raspberries in it," Fanny called at the waiter's retreating back. "Aren't you going to take anything?"
In deep gloom Annandale shook his head.
Fanny laughed. "Drink delights you not; no, nor woman either."
"You see——"