"And now you're glaring at me as if you were beside yourself with rage. Why don't you try to be reasonable?"
The unhappy Mr. Ogden stared wildly but ventured no remark.
"I suppose I may go on now," Miss Bent said in a rather pointed manner when a moment of silence had elapsed. "What I began to tell you half an hour ago—only you would keep interrupting me—was that Mrs. Hadwell is giving all sorts of things for those cousins, or whatever they are, of hers from the States. And she has asked me to a theatre party and a tobogganing party, so I think I ought to give something for them. What would you suggest?"
Mr. Ogden looked perplexed.
"Surely you're not sulking all this time!" said Miss Bent, rather sadly.
"I don't know what you mean. I never sulk."
"Then, perhaps, instead of sulking, you will answer my question," said Miss Bent with asperity.
Mr. Ogden laughed.
"I should suggest a drive," he hazarded. "A drive by moonlight and a supper afterwards."
"Perhaps that would be the best plan," said Miss Bent, thoughtfully. "Who would you ask?"