"Did I wrong my poor little Freddy, then?" she said.
"Yes, you did."
"I'm sorry. There!"
She kissed him. Mullett melted immediately.
"I must go back and get that drink," he said.
"And I must be getting along."
"Oh, not yet," begged Mullett.
"Yes, I must. I've got to look in at one or two of the stores."
"Fanny!"
"Well, a girl's got to have her trousseau, hasn't she?"