“We’re going to Mrs. Brown’s to tea, you know, Henri,” she reminded him.
“A’right,” said Henri. “A’right—righto.”
He accompanied her to Mrs. Brown’s.
“And did you spend the afternoon with William?” said Mrs. Brown pleasantly.
“Oh, yes,” said Henri as he sat down comfortably by the fire, “at ze Jasmine Villas.... Mr. Luton ’e kees Miss Milton in the garden.”
Henri’s godmother dropped her buttered scone.
“Nonsense!” she said.
“’E did,” said Henri calmly. “I ’ave seed ’im. An’ she gave ’im—’ow say you?—ze bash on ze mug. But she tell me she goin’ to marry ’im—righto.”
“She told you?” gasped Mrs. Brown.
“Oh, yes,” said Henri, “she tell me so ’erself.”