He's one of the nicest chaps I've ever met.' 'Well, do you want me to write tomorrow morning then, dear ?' 'Er--no--I have asked him already.' 'Oh, really--which day ?' 'Well, I suggested next Thursday--but he thought tomorrow would be better; he's engaged for every other day.

Now don't go and say you're engaged tomorrow.

If you are, you'll have to chuck it!' 'Oh no; I'm not engaged.' Mentally rearranging her evening dress, Edith drove home thoughtfully.
She was attracted and did not know why, and for the first time hoped she had made an impression.

It had been a long evening, and her headache, she said, necessitated solitude and darkness at once.
'All right.

I've got a much worse headache--gout, I think, but never mind about me.