"And she's talked about nothing all the time, nothing at all--but old Herbert--and how good he is--and how good-looking, and the Lord knows what! I got precious sick of it, though I think he's a trump, too.

Oh, Daphne!--you were a little fool!" "All the same, you have behaved abominably!" Daphne said, still choking.
"No, I haven't," was Roger's firm reply.

"It was you who were so cross.
I couldn't tell you anything.

I say! you do know how to stick pins into people!" But he took up her hand and kissed it as he spoke.
Daphne allowed it.

Her breast heaved as the storm departed.