"Oh, I didn't mind that in the least! Rather refreshing in fact. Far more likely he didn't notice me because he had his wife with him. I think you said he was married?"
Amory was just about to say that Mr. Strong gave Stan far more magnanimity than he deserved when a thought arrested her. Dorothy in Charing Cross Road! As far as she was aware Dorothy had not been out of Hampstead for weeks, and even then kept to the less frequented parts of the Heath. It wasn't likely....
Her eyes became thoughtful.
"Oh? That's funny," she said.
"What, that he shouldn't see me? Oh no. They seemed far more interested in electric-light fittings."
Amory's eyes grew more thoughtful still—"Oh!" she said; and added, "Did you think her pretty?"
"Hm—in a way. Very well dressed certainly; they both were. But I don't think these black Spanish types amuse me much," Mr. Strong replied.
Dorothy a black Spanish type!
"Oh, do tell me what she had on!" said Amory brightly.
She rather thought she knew most of Dorothy's dresses by this time.