"She did?"
"And Cary was perfectly disgusted with her, and asked what I was going to do. I said I didn't know. Then what do you think she did? Cary asked me to ask Flora to visit me! What do you think of that for a bluff?"
Again Aubrey grinned. He shook his head.
"That was no bluff, Faith dear. That was a move in a game of chess. Cary Farquhar is the choicest—unmarried—girl I know! By Jove, she's a corker!"
"She just did it to throw me off—to show me that she didn't want him!" I persisted.
The Angel shook his head and smiled inscrutably.
"When does she come?" he asked.
"Next week."
Aubrey pulled at his pipe.
"There will be something doing here next week, I'm thinking."