Donovan sighed from the depths of the chair. "Graham," he said, "for
Heaven's sake remember those…"
Julie clapped her hand over his mouth. He kissed it. She withdrew it with a scream.
"…Drinks," finished Donovan. "The chef must suggest accordin'."
"Well," said Pennell, "I reckon that's settled satisfactorily. I'll get out my invitation. In fact, I think, if I may be excused, I'll go and do it now." He got up and reached for his cap.
They all laughed. "We'll see to it that there's mistletoe," cried Julie.
"Ah, thanks!" said Pennell; "that will be jolly, though some people I know seem to get on well enough without it. So long. See you later, padre."
He avoided Julie's flung cushion and stepped through the door. Miss
Raynard got up. "We ought to get a move on too, my dear," she said to
Julie.
"Oh, not yet," protested Donovan. "Let's have some bridge. There are just four of us."
"You can never have played bridge with Julie, Captain Donovan," said Miss Raynard. "She usually flings the cards at you half way through the rubber. And she never counts. The other night she played a diamond instead of a heart, when hearts were trumps, and she had the last and all the rest of the tricks in her hand."
"Ah, well," said Donovan, "women are like that. They often mistake diamonds for hearts."