“Did you by chance hear from Christopher whether he got your note last night or no?” he said.
I went and fetched it from my bedroom when I put on my hat. Robert read it aloud:
“Travellers’ Club,
“Sunday night.
“Souvent femme varie, fol qui se fie!”
Hope you found your variation worth while.
“C. C.”
“What dam cheek!” he said in his old way; he hasn’t used any “ornaments to conversation” since we have been—oh! I want to say it—engaged!
Then his eyes flashed. “Christopher had better be careful of himself. He will have to be answerable to me now!”
“Do be prudent, Evangeline, dear!” Lady Merrenden said gaily, “or you will have Robert breaking the head of every man in the street who even glances at you! He is frantically jealous!”