“Hallo, Jacques.”
I turned to Reggie to introduce him, but Reggie was staring out of the window and his chin stuck out as if it were in a bad temper. When Jacques had passed along, I said crossly to Reggie:
“You needn’t be so rude to my friends, Reggie Bertie.”
“Friends!” he sneered. “My word, Marion, you seem to have a passion for low company.”
I said:
“Jacques is a nice, honest fellow.”
“No doubt,” said Reggie loftily. “I’ll give him a tip next time he passes.”
“Oh, how can you be so despicably mean?” I cried.
He turned around in his seat abruptly:
“What in the world has come over you, Marion! You have changed since I came back.”