"Whom shall I ask for if I don't see you?"

"'Miss Daintree;' but you're sure to see me."

"You won't be late?"

"No, I shall be there when it begins. Good-bye—and thanks!"

"Oh!—Good-bye."

He saw her smile to him again from the step—and the cab turned.

"What a lark! I say, isn't he mashed on you! Do you like his moustache? Hasn't he got lovely teeth?" exclaimed Tattie in the passage.

"Y-e-s.... He's rather nice," said Rosalind.

CHAPTER XVI