"No, I prefer my way," she said, suddenly sitting straight up.
"Doing nothing at all?"
"Fiddlesticks! I'm supposed to sit and listen respectfully when you talk, but you never listen to what I've got to say. I told you what my way was. I'll tell you again. I had tea at Daphne Bassett's flat this afternoon."
"I hope you found Puppetty well," I remarked.
The kindling eyes were steadily on mine.
"Puppetty," she said slowly, "is in the greatest favour. Puppetty has wing-portions for dinner and bovril to go to bed with. Puppetty's to have a new quilt for being a good little doggles and protecting his mummie——"
Then I sat up as suddenly as if I had been galvanised.
"Julia! You don't mean——?"
She nodded, darkling devils of mischief under that cool smooth brow.