She handed Nan the card and watched her face as she read it.
"I should have guessed Charlie Holton," said Nan colorlessly. "Well, they're fine specimens."
"It's very nice of him, I think," said Phil. "Particularly when I was so snippy to him."
"Why did you snip him?" asked Nan, watching Phil thrust the last of the long stems into a tall vase.
"Oh, he started in to rush me. And I guess he's some rusher. I suppose he's had a lot of practice."
"I suppose he has," said Nan indifferently.
"And nobody ever gave me just the line of talk he puts up, except of course Lawrince."
She feigned to be observing the adjustment of the roses with a particular interest, and looking round caught Nan frowning.
"Is he trying to flirt with you? I supposed even he had his decent moments. When did that happen?"