“Till tonight, Major Selby.” She turned to Mr Pilkington as the door closed. “What charming manners Major Selby has. So polished. A sort of old-world courtesy. So smooth!”
“Smooth,” said Mr Pilkington dourly, “is right!”
§ 2.
Uncle Chris confronted Freddie sternly outside the front door.
“What does this mean? Good God, Freddie, have you no delicacy?”
“Eh?” said Freddie blankly.
“Why are you bringing Underhill to this party? Don’t you realize that poor Jill will be there? How do you suppose she will feel when she sees that blackguard again? The cad who threw her over and nearly broke her heart!”
Freddie’s jaw fell. He groped for his fallen eyeglass.
“Oh, my aunt! Do you think she will be pipped?”
“A sensitive girl like Jill!”