"Aunt!" almost shrieked Cleone.
"I wish you would not interrupt," complained Lady Malmerstoke wearily. "I said if you wish to attract him you should employ less obvious methods."
"H—how dare you, Aunt Sally! I wish to attract him? I hate him! I hate the very sight of him!"
The sleepy brown eyes grew more alert.
"Is that the way the wind lies?" murmured Lady Malmerstoke. "What's he done?" she added, ever practical.
"He hasn't done anything. He—I—"
"Then what hasn't he done?"
"Aunt Sally—Aunt Sally—you—I won't answer! He—nothing at all! 'Tis merely that I do not like him."
"It's not apparent in your manner," remarked her ladyship. "Are you determined that he shall fall in love with you?"
"Of course I never thought of such a thing! I—why should I?"