“Very satisfactory so far?” said Vine, dreamily.
“He said you would know what it meant.”
“To be sure—to be sure. Louie, my dear, I’m afraid your aunt is right. My brain is getting to be like that of a jelly fish.”
He nodded laughingly and left the room.
“Did you meet Harry as you came?” said Louise, as soon as they were alone.
“Yes; but he kept on one side of the street, and I was on the other.”
“Didn’t he cross over to speak?”
“No; he couldn’t see the Dutch fraülein—the Dutch doll.”
“Oh, that’s cruel, Maddy. I did not think my aunt’s words could sting you.”
“Well, sometimes I don’t think they do, but at others they seem to rankle. But, look, isn’t that Mr Pradelle coming?”