"No, not a friend," in a chaotic tangle, "Mrs.—Miss—Miss—Er—er—er——"
Kathleen smiled: "Delighted to meet you, Miss Ererer."
"The pleasure is all mine," Marjorie said, with an acid smile.
"Have you known Harry long?" said Kathleen, jealously, "or are you just acquaintances on the train?"
"We're just acquaintances on the train!"
"I used to know Harry very well—very well indeed."
"So I should judge. You won't mind if I leave you to talk over old times together?"
"How very sweet of you."
"Oh, don't mention it."
"But, Marjorie," Mallory cried, as she turned away. Kathleen started at the ardor of his tone, and gasped: "Marjorie! Then he—you——"