"Geese! Oh, I say, Hermia!"
"Then Reggie came out sniffing the breeze and I had to run for cover, so I slipped over the balustrade to the pergola, down which I crept on my hands and knees and dropped through—and here I am," she concluded.
"But what is it all about?" asked Olga again.
"It means that Hermia is mine—for a month," said Reggie, glowing. "She promised—you couldn't go back on that, Hermia. Could she, Olga?" he appealed.
"I'm sure I don't know. Do you mean engaged to you?" she asked curiously.
"Yes—for a month," said Reggie. "The idea was to try and see if she really could like either of us well enough to—"
"I didn't really promise anything," Hermia broke in, severely. "I merely agreed—"
"She did, Olga," he insisted. "I knew she'd be trying to wriggle."
Olga was laughing silently.
"You're admirably suited to each other, you two. You're actually quarreling already."