"It means a great deal to me," she said.
They reached the house, but the motor party had not yet returned. Tea was served to them on the veranda; the fat setter came and begged for tastes of things that were certain to add to his obesity; and he got them in chunks and bolted them, wagging.
An hour later the telephone rang; it was Molly on the wire and she wanted to speak to Quarren. He could hear her laughing before she spoke:
"Ricky dear?"
"Yes."
"Am I an angel or otherwise?"
"Angel always—but why particularly at this instant?"
"Stupid! Haven't you had her alone all the after-noon?"
"Yes—you corker!"