“I’m not so sure. I’ll just stick around for a while and see what happens, anyhow. You’re the first woman who’s ever taken enough interest in me to criticize me, and I think it’s a hopeful sign. You engaged to that fellow?”
They had reached the house in Eaton Square.
“That,” she said, shaking hands with him, “I prefer not to say.”
“Oh, well,” he answered, returning to the car, “I just kinder thought I’d ask.”
[CHAPTER XXIII]
Judy knocked on Noel’s bedroom door before dinner the following evening, and was invited to enter.
“What’s up?” asked Noel, who was sorting ties and socks.
“This,” she answered, displaying a letter. “The most disgusting thing’s happened.”
“What is it? It looks like Chip’s writing.”