"Erica M. Burgoyne" read the astonished man, in red on a Cash's label.
"It's a great mistake to be too skeptical," she said, letting the elastic snap back into place.
"So you're doing it for a chauffeur, eh?" Harry leered at her, trying to get back his lost ground. "You're very concerned about a chauffeur, aren't you?"
"I'm desperately in love with him," Erica said, in the tone in which one says: "And a box of matches, please." At school theatricals Erica had always had charge of the curtains.
But it passed. Their minds were too full of speculation to be concerned with emotion.
"How much?" said the woman.
"For the coat?"
"No. For telling you where to find it."
"I told you, I'll give you ten shillings."
"Not enough."