"There's a pie, sir, and sassiges, and a cold mutton chop. There's half a chicken——"
"That'll do, and get a salad. I'll run out and get some flowers and a bottle of claret."
CHAPTER IV THE DAISY CHAIN
They were seated in a dusty glade near a road, near Woodford, and they had lost Verneede.
The loss did not seem to affect them. Fanny had picked some daisies and was making a chain of them. Leavesley was making and smoking cigarettes.
"But what I can't make out," said Leavesley—"This fellow Bevan, you said he was a beast, and now you seem quite gone on him."
"I'm not," said Fanny indignantly.
"Well, I can only judge from your words."
"I'm not!"—pouting.