"Bob—Mr. Ravenshaw promised to see me to-day," said Julia. "We are engaged—I speak quite frankly—at least, as good as engaged, you can understand."
"Quite."
"He ought to have let me know," said she broodingly.
"He ought."
"Have they gone to Upton-on-Hill, do you know?"
"They have. The Rose Hotel."
Julia thought for awhile. Then she got up to go.
"If you want my opinion," said Tozer, "I think the whole lot want looking after. They seemed quite a pleasant party, but responsibility seemed somewhat absent; the old lady, charming though she was, seemed to me scarcely enough ballast for so much youth."
"I understand," said Julia. Then she went off and Tozer lit a pipe.
The pretty young French girl was troubling him. She had charmed even him—and he knew Bobby, and his wisdom indicated that a penniless beauty was not the first rung of the ladder to success in life.