“I have my own suspicions.”
“Then it was Annabel. You won’t say that it was she, because she is indebted to you. You have a kind of a manly sense of honor. I don’t know what else to call it.”
“Well, then, since you are so persistent, and since you might make trouble for Annabel, as well as for me, by telling others of your suspicions—”
“Then it was Annabel!”
“Not exactly, my dear. Do you remember that rehearsal performance of the Idler when Annabel sang so long before the curtain went up?”
“Oh, yes, ages ago, when we were Sophomores.”
“Yes, well probably you remember the flowers that fell with an awful thud on the stage.”
“I was not there myself, but I heard about them.”
“Of course you know that they were thrown by Loring Bradshaw who attended the play dressed as a girl?”
“Yes, I have heard it.”