The next morning, Mavis was sent to a City warehouse in order to match some material that "Dawes'" had not in stock. When she took her seat on the 'bus, a familiar voice cried:
"There's 'B. C.'"
"Miss Allen."
"That's what we all call you, 'cos you're so innocent. If you're off to the warehouse, it's where I'm bound."
"We can go together," remarked Mavis.
"I say, you were a brick last night," said Miss Allen, after the two girls had each paid for their tickets.
"I'm only sorry for her."
"She'll be all right."
"Will he marry her, then?" asked Mavis.
"Good old 'B. C.'! Don't be a juggins; her boy's married already."