“About me?”
“About me.”
“Look here, Toots,” he burst out. “I'm playing square with you. I never go anywhere but here. I—I'm perfectly straight with you. But every time here I find some of your old guard hanging round. It makes me wild.”
“They've always come here, and as long as our engagement isn't known, I can't very well stop them.”
“Then let me go to father.”
“He'll turn you out, you know. I know men, dear old thing, and father is going to raise a merry little hell about us. He's the sort who wants to choose his son's wife for him. He'd like to play Providence.” She watched him, smiling, but with slightly narrowed eyes. “I rather think he has somebody in mind for you now.”
“I don't believe it.”
“Of course you don't. But he has.”
“Who?”
“Delight. She's exactly the sort he thinks you'll need. He still thinks you are a little boy, Graham, so he picks out a nice little girl for you. Such a nice little girl.”