"What then?"
"That brings us to the méringues."
"Good! That should be enough. We will have coffee and crème de menthe afterwards, of course?"
"We will have cognac as well. You see, Roy—Oh, Liss!" For a moment Marjorie's fortitude forsook her. Her face sank into her friend's fluffy hair.
"Liss, dear," she murmured, "if only I knew!"
"It's Friday afternoon now," said Liss cheerfully. "We'll get lots to eat to-morrow, when the boys come up to town."
"I wasn't thinking of food," said Marjorie—"just then!"
"Well, I was! Oh, my dear, I'm hungry! I didn't know it was possible to be so hungry. What time is it?"
"About five, I think."
"Well, let's have a nice drink of water, and eat a couple of biscuits, and go to bed. It's the best way."