“I must speak, Johnny,” she exclaimed. “And as I have several engagements to-day, this is my only opportunity.”
“Where can you have engagements in London at this time of year?”
“I am lunching with Rosamond, and then we visit a flower show, and afterwards attend a committee meeting—one of her charities—”
“So she is in town?”
“It is no more remarkable that she should come to town in this stifling weather for the sake of doing good than that little American should suddenly discover that she must come up for second-rate concerts. It does not strike you as odd, I suppose?”
“If I for a moment believed that Miss Cutting came up to London in August on my account, I should be flattered to death; but as a matter of fact, she quite snubbed me.”
“Fiddlesticks!”
“But she did. I can assure you I have felt a walking tragedy ever since.”
“She was probably in a bad temper about something.”
“She looked precisely like an angel.”