I didn't ask what she meant. Perhaps she thinks she ought to bob a curtsy.
"You won't do anything," I answered. "He will come up saying he got your note, or how good it is of you to come, or something like that. Don't be too stiff. Hold out your hand simply and easily."
"I was wondering, Miss..." began Susan. But she cut herself short, blushing violently.
"You were wondering...?" I echoed.
"I was wondering, Miss ... will he want to kiss me?"
I blushed with her.
"Really, Susan," I said, "you must look after yourself."
"My last letter was so loving, Miss," said Susan doggedly.
"It was, and it wasn't," I answered with cunning. "The point is this. You've refused Gibson."
Susan winced. But I went on.