Nelly moved as if to turn to the door, then stopped. She was thoroughly ashamed of herself.
“I’m a fool!”
“No, no!”
“Yes, I am. I don’t often act this way, but, oh, gee! hearing you all talking like that about going to America, just as if it was the easiest thing in the world, only you couldn’t be bothered to do it, kind of got me going. And to think I could be there right now if I wasn’t a bonehead!”
“A bonehead?”
“A simp. I’m all right as far up as the string of near-pearls, but above that I’m reinforced concrete.”
Freddie groped for her meaning.
“Do you mean you’ve made a bloomer of some kind?”
“I pulled the worst kind of bone. I stopped on in London when the rest of the company went back home, and now I’ve got to stick.”
“Rush of jolly old professional engagement, what?”