She rose.
"I must say good-bye to Miss Collett. How nice," she said, "Miss Collett is."
"Isn't she?" said he.
He saw her politely to the station.
That evening he drank his coffee politely in the drawing-room with Miss Collett.
"Do you know," he said, "Miss Holland thinks you're nice."
To his wonder Miss Collett did not look as if the information gave her any joy.
"Did she say so?"
"Yes. Do you think her nice?"
"Of course I do."