“Oh, will she! Wait until I’ve dressed her. And then keep a watchful eye on your Holcomb Lees and your Paul Woods!”
On her way out Darcy pounced upon her. “Gloria! What have you let me in for? How am I ever going to get out of it?”
“Heaven knows!” returned the actress airily. “Don’t __you know?”
“Haven’t an idea. Sufficient unto the day is—”
“Unto all the rest of my days, I should think,” interrupted the dolorous Darcy.
“Engagements have to come to a head sometime, somehow,” pointed out Gloria.
“But you’ve made this so dreadfully definite!”
“Darcy, I had to! I just couldn’t stand Maud’s insinuation that you weren’t really engaged—the cat! She as much as said that Montrose Veyze was just having a silly flirtation with you and that you took it au grand sérieux.”
“What if she knew the awful truth?”
“Don’t be afraid. She won’t.”