"I don't see why.... Gee! I wish I could tell you what I think of you!"
Freddie laughed amusedly.
"Do you know," he said, "that's exactly what the beaks—the masters, you know—used to say to me at school."
"Are you sure you can spare it?"
"Oh, rather."
Nelly's eyes shone in the light of the lamp.
"I've never met anyone like you before. I don't know how...."
Freddie shuffled nervously. Being thanked always made him feel pretty rotten.
"Well, I think I'll be popping," he said. "Got to get back and dress and all that. Awfully glad to have seen you, and all that sort of rot."
Nelly unlocked the door with her latch-key, and stood on the step.