"What'll we do—'fess up?" asked Peaches. "I have a feeling that there's going to be hell to pay."
"Alicia!" I remarked. "No lady uses such language, as I have reminded you at least a hundred thousand times! No, I don't think we will say a word about our futile adventure—or, to be accurate, our attempted adventure. At least not unless something brought out by the police seems to demand that we do."
"Have you been taking a good look at him?" she then wanted to know.
"Who? That man Wilkes?" I said.
"No—my ex-fiancé," responded Peaches calmly.
"Which one do you mean?" I demanded.
"Mark," said she.
"Alicia Pegg, what did you say?" I asked severely.
"I said did you take a good look at Sebastian in that purple dressing gown?" she repeated patiently.
"How could I help doing so?" said I with indignation.