“Couch-toi,” she admonished.
“What can fret her?”
“She fancies she sees Paul.”
“Worthless fellow!” Sir Oliver snapped.
“I was his rib, Sir Oliver.”
“Forget it.”
“I can’t forget it.”
“J-j-j——”
“Only this afternoon I ran right into him—it was just outside the Café Royal....”
“Scamp.”