“Stranger things have happened, Nellie,” she laughed.
“But are you sure Phil will—er—accept you?”
“Oh, no, and I shan’t be discouraged if he refuses,” she went on oblivious of Nellie Pennington’s humor.
“Then you do mean to speak to him?”
“Of course.” Nina’s eyes showed only grave surprise at the question. “How should he know it otherwise?”
“Your methods are nothing, if not direct.”
“Phil would never guess unless I told him. For a clever man he’s singularly stupid about women. I think that’s why I like him. Why shouldn’t I tell him? What’s the use of beating around the bush? It’s such a waste of time and energy.”
Mrs. Pennington’s laugh threw discretion to the winds.
“Oh, Nina, you’ll be the death of me yet. There never was such a passion since the beginning of Time.”