“I don’t know what to do.”
Tiddy’s eyes sparkled.
“He does, though.”
Cicely answered evasively:
“A man’s methods are always so brutal.”
“That’s why really we love them. If I keep Lord Wilverley waiting he’ll be brutal; but for your sake I’ll risk that. Shall I tell you what to do?”
“Please!”
“Scrap the buskins! You can’t act for nuts. Nor can he. Both of you will give the show away if you try dissembling—always a rotten game.”
“Have you seen Mr. Grimshaw?”
“I left him up at the Hall.”