“I’m not!”
“Is that so? If I had a quid for every time I’ve seen you gaze at him with the lovelight in your eyes——”
She gazed at me, but without the lovelight.
“Oh, for goodness sake, go away and boil your head, Bertie!”
I drew myself up.
“That,” I replied, with dignity, “is just what I am going to go away and boil. At least, I mean, I shall now leave you. I have said my say.”
“Good.”
“But permit me to add——”
“I won’t.”
“Very good,” I said coldly. “In that case, tinkerty tonk.”