“Perhaps it’s just as well,” said Fanny philosophically, as her father started to leave the room. “He couldn’t afford to buy a ring, anyway.”
XXIV
As soon as Wallace had closed the door, Fanny leaped into Guy’s arms.
“Oh, you were perfect!” she cried. “I’m glad you didn’t do as we practised, after all.”
Guy kissed her rapturously. “Oh, Fan, I hope you won’t get sick of me!” he said.
The telephone rang, and Fanny had to postpone her reply. “There, go and attend to business,” she said, giving Guy a push. She watched him as he held the receiver at his ear.
“Hello! Yes. Oh, Farley. What? Mr. Briggs is still downstairs. 500? Well, that looks bad, doesn’t it? Do you mean to say they think he’s—? Oh, impossible!”
“What’s impossible?” Fanny cried.
Guy listened intently, ignoring her. “No. I think you’d better come here. He’ll want you. I’ll tell him.”