'I didn't; I called in no one. I simply told him to go, and he went.'
'You are laughing. You know where he is. I can see it in your face.'
'Then you are indeed a seer.'
'This morning, when he did not come, as he promised he would, and always has done, someone gave me this. What am I to think?'
Miss Broad handed Miss Bewicke the two typewritten lines, which that lady carefully regarded.
'Someone? Who was someone?'
'A little boy. I thought it was a message from Guy. By the time I found it wasn't, he was gone. I don't know who he was, nor from whom he came, if it wasn't from you.'
It certainly did not come from me. Miss Broad, I begin to find you amusing. I also begin to understand what it is Guy Holland perceives in you to like. You are more of a woman than I am; that is, there is in you more of the natural savage, which, to a man of his temperament, goes to make a woman.'
'I want none of your praises.'
'I'm not going to give you any, or compliments either. I doubt if you're in a frame of mind to properly appreciate any sort of sleight-of-hand. Let me finish. I had an engagement for luncheon; as you have made me late for it, perhaps you will do me the honour of lunching with me here.'