She handed him the box and he helped himself.
“Awfully.” Sibella’s English was extremely slipshod.
“I’ll send you some. What kind do you like best?”
“Chocolate nougat.”
“Very well. I’ll send you a much bigger box than that.”
Sibella laughed appreciatively. “That will be jolly of you,” she said, perfectly aware that I could hear. She was evidently entirely dazzled by her new admirer, but was too much a born flirt to let me go even if I had had the least intention of retiring from the contest.
Just before I left the house she sidled up to me.
“You’re not angry, are you, Israel?”
I made a faint attempt at a smile as I answered:
“Angry? Of course not. Why should I be?”