“You don’t believe in that old phrase?”
“Not a bit,” he told her. “Do you?”
She turned to ascend the stairs to her room.
“No. Do make another break sometime, won’t you—Dick?”
“DO MAKE ANOTHER BREAK SOMETIME, WON’T YOU—DICK?” Page [186].
“I most probably shall,” he retorted, “unless Monty warns me—or you.”
She turned back—she was now on the first turn of the staircase. “I’ll never do that. I’d rather like to see you put your foot in it—you seem so very sure of yourself—Steve.” She laughed lightly as she disappeared.
Monty gripped his friend’s arm tightly. “Who is that girl?”
“Why, Ethel Cartwright,” he rejoined, “a close friend of our hostess. Why ask me?”