“Eight o’clock,” said Lovibond, “They’ll be flying at each other’s eyes by this time.”
“Eight o’clock, twenty seconds!” said Jenny. “And they’ll be lying in each other’s arms by now.”
“Did she suspect?” said Lovibond.
“Of course she did!” said Jenny. “Did he?”
“Certainly!” said Lovibond.
“O dear, O dear!” said Jenny. “It’s wonderful how far you can fool people when it’s to their interest to be fooled.”
“Wonderful!” said Lovibond.
They had walked to the end of the pier; the band was playing—
“Ben-my-chree!
Sweet Ben-my-chree,
I love but thee, sweet Mona.”
“So our little drama is over, eh?” said. Jenny.