"What for?"
"Hermy."
"Is she—do you mean she's back?" enquired Ravenslee, sitting up.
"Yes, she didn't stay at Englewood; she's down-stairs, doctoring Tony's kid."
"But what will she think of all these confounded messes?"
"Messes!" cried Spike indignantly. "Cheese it, Geoff—look at that turk'!"
"But—do you think she'll—mind?" enquired Ravenslee uneasily.
"Mind?" said Spike, staring. "Not on your life—why should she? Besides, it's kind o' lucky you happened to blow in with this free lunch; she's a bit shy on the dollar question this month—an' Mulligan comes t'morrow. An' oh, say, Geoff—she's dead set on findin' out how I met you an'—an' where."
"Very naturally!" murmured Ravenslee.
"An' we must tell her something—but what?"