you promised to wait for him."

"I don't mind telling you--I did meet a man about two years ago whom I
rather liked; I used to see a great deal of him at tennis parties and
balls; he used to ask me to marry him. He wanted me to engage myself
to him, and I told him it would be much better to wait and see what
father would say."

"And what did your father say?"

"Father, he never knew anything about it. You may as well tell me, I
know it was Sally. I suppose she told you I was very much in love with
him?"

"She said, at least, the person who told me said, that you would never
care for any one else."

"So you've been talking about me though you promised you wouldn't talk
any more," Maggie said to herself, "All right, my lady--very well, we
shall see."

"Grace is waving her parasol to us. Lunch must be ready."

Maggie and Grace had calculated that if they could limit the champagne
to half a dozen bottles they would be able to hide the deficit from
their father's scrutiny; but the servants seemed to be always filling
the glasses of the Southdown Road people, and lunch was not half over
when they heard the fourth bottle go pop. Maggie looked at Sally
across the pile of peaches, but Sally had no ears for the report, only
for Jimmy's voice. Her head wagged as she talked, and Maggie wondered