Miss Dobson lowered her eyes.
“Oh ... is it?” she said.
“I’ve been thinkin’ about love at first sight,” said William monotonously. “I got such a fright when I saw you first. I think we’re pre-existed for each other. I——”
“Will you allow me to take you out in my side-car to-morrow?” said Robert.
“Oh, how lovely!” said Miss Dobson.
“No ... pre-destinated ... that’s it,” said William.
Neither of them took any notice of him. He felt depressed and disillusioned. She wasn’t much catch anyway. He didn’t know why he’d ever bothered about her.
“Quite a lady-killer, William,” said General Moult from the hearth-rug.
“Beg pardon?” said William.
“I say you’re a lady-killer.”