“No,” said Jones. “I did not.”
Venetia rose.
“You admitted to me, yourself, that you did,” said she.
“I was only joking,” he replied.
Teresa went to the bell and rang it.
“Good night,” said Venetia, “after that I have nothing more to say.”
“Thank goodness,” murmured Teresa when she was gone. “She made me shiver with her talk about extravagance. I’ve been horribly extravagant the last week—when a woman is distracted she runs to clothes for relief—anyhow I did. I’ve got three new evening frocks and I want to show you them. I’ve never known your taste wrong.”
“Good,” said Jones, “I’d like to see them.”
“Guess what they cost?”
“Can’t.”