"The day before yesterday," said Maggie.
"You're a literal pet," said Caroline kissing her. "I always exaggerate, of course, and it's so sweet of you to tell me about it." She rushed off to the fire and spread out her blue skirt and dangled her feet.
"Isn't it cold and dark? You funny dear, not to have the blinds down and to sit staring into the beastly street like that ... I believe you're in love."
Maggie came to herself with a start, got up and slowly went over to the fire.
"Caroline, where's Bryanston Square?"
"Oh, you pet, don't you know where Bryanston Square is?" cried Caroline suddenly fixing her bright eyes upon Maggie with burning curiosity.
"If I did I wouldn't ask," said Maggie.
"Quite right—neither you would. Well, it's near Marble Arch."
"But I don't know where the Marble Arch is."
"Lord!" cried Caroline. "And she's been in London for months. You really are a pet. Well, what you'd better do is to get into the first taxi you see and just say 'Bryanston Square.'"