We bowed. He bowed. The door opened and shut. Charmion looked at me and shrugged her shoulders.
“A declaration of war! We have begun our campaign by quarrelling with the most ‘influential gentleman in these parts!’ Things are getting exciting, Evelyn!”
I did not speak. Reaction had set in, and I felt a pang of remorse. I did not want to quarrel with anyone, influential or uninfluential. I was sorry I had been ungracious. I felt a pang of sympathy for the poor, big, bad-tempered man riding homeward after his defeat.
I wondered when and how we should meet him again.
Chapter Six.
Hunting the Flat.
Leaving the workmen to carry out the necessary decorations at Pastimes, Charmion and I adjourned to London to buy carpets and curtains, and a score of necessary oddments. We found it a fascinating occupation, and grew more and more complimentary to each other as each day passed by.
“Charmion, you have exquisite taste! That’s just the shade I had chosen myself.”