"That bath of yours. Yes, I know you turned on the cold shower, but you stood at a safe distance and watched it show!"
Wally waved his fork.
"As Heaven is my witness.... Look at my hair! Still damp! And I can show you the towel."
"Well, then, I'll bet it was the hot water. Why weren't you at Mrs. Peagrim's party last night?"
"It would take too long to explain all my reasons, but one of them was that I wasn't invited. How did it go off?"
"Splendidly. Freddie's engaged!"
Wally lowered his coffee cup.
"Engaged! You don't mean what is sometimes slangily called betrothed?"
"I do. He's engaged to Nelly Bryant. Nelly told me all about it when she got home last night. It seems that Freddie said to her 'What ho!' and she said 'You bet!' and Freddie said 'Pip pip!' and the thing was settled." Jill bubbled. "Freddie wants to go into vaudeville with her!"
"No! The Juggling Rookes? Or Rooke and Bryant, the cross-talk team, a thoroughly refined act, swell dressers on and off?"