"Like that? I don't think she'll be to me like that--ever."
"But, my dear girl, why not? why not?"
"Ah! that I cannot tell you, because I don't know. But I shall know, and, when I do, I daresay I shall wish I didn't."
Harry threw up his hands in the air as if it were a case which baffled him. Frank Staines, who had been listening with a twinkle in his eyes, observed--
"I understand, Miss Wallace, that your appearance at Mrs. Lamb's furnished the occasion for quite a dramatic interlude".
Margaret moved her shoulders, as if the recollection made her shudder.
"I'd rather not talk about it, if you don't mind--thank you very much. I'm awfully sorry to turn you people out, but--I think I'd like to go to bed, if I may."
When the three men found themselves in the street Winton said to Harry--
"Miss Wallace's idea does not seem to have been altogether a success".
Harry did not reply at once; when he did his tone was a little grim.