"Oh, do leave my looks alone!" petulantly.
Denis's eyebrows went up.
Ted looked out of the window and whistled with soft energy to himself.
"Silly old bounder wouldn't come in for ages," observed Denis, sitting astride a chair; "says he was here to lunch yesterday."
He paused, and waited for her to speak. She gave a little gasp, as she remembered the curried chicken, and was silent.
Denis's brows drew together in a great frown.
Ted broke in with a laugh.
"I'm not going to stay now! I only came in to pacify O.B."
With a little flush of horror all her instincts of hospitality awoke.
"Shut the door, Denis! Guard it! Don't let him go, except over your dead body!"