" Arling-hurst! "
A tap was turned off.
"I can't hear with the blasted water. Where, did you say?"
"Arlinghurst!"
"I don't believe it."
"But yes," said another voice, "it's true."
"It can't be; they don't send First Posters to Arlinghurst."
"No, really it's true. Miss Hodge's sec. told Jolly in confidence and Jolly told her sister in the village and she told Miss Nevill at The Teapot, and Miss Nevill talked about it to The Nut Tart when she was there to tea this afternoon with that cousin of hers."
"Is that gigolo here again?"
"I say, Arlinghurst! Who would believe it! Whom do you think they'll give it to?"