There was melodrama in this it seemed to Millie. It was quite a relief to have a fierce quarrel with Bunny five minutes later. The quarrel came, of course, from nothing—about some play which was, Bunny said, at Daly's, and Millie at the Lyric.
They were walking furiously down Knightsbridge. An omnibus passed. The play was at the Lyric.
"Of course I was right," said Millie.
"Oh, you're always right, aren't you?"
Millie turned.
"I'm not coming on with you if you're like that."
"Very well then." He suddenly stepped back to her with his charming air of penitence.
"Millie, I'm sorry. Don't let's fight to-day."
"Well, then, take me to see your mother."
The words seemed not to be hers. At their sudden utterance Knightsbridge, the trees of the Park were carved in coloured stone.