“Goodness gracious! What in the world are you going to the Albert Hall for? and who is Lady Selon?”
“She is Soccer Selon’s sister-in-law, and she asked me to take her to a concert. Is there anything else you would like to know?”
“Her age?” archly.
“Somewhere about thirty-five, I should imagine.”
“Oh! your grandmother, or thereabouts. Well, skip along. Tell Dick to call for me early on Sunday.”
When he had said good-bye to Lorraine and departed, Hal held up her hand, hanging in a limp fashion.
“I wish you’d teach him to shake hands, Lorry. It feels like shaking a blind cord and tassel. Are you going to mother him? What an odd idea for you to bother with a boy! You surely don’t mean to tell me he interests you?”
“I like to look at him. He’s such a splendid young animal. I feel—oh, I don’t know what I feel.”
“Lots of London policemen are splendid young animals, but you don’t want tête-à-tête teas with them if they are.”
“You absurd child! Is there any reason why I shouldn’t have tea with Mr. Hermon, if it amuses me?”