It will be worse if they know they're discovered, and yet go on in an even more underhand fashion." Ulyth's abstraction was so marked that her room-mate could not fail to notice it.
"What's the matter with you to-night ?" she asked.

"I've never seen you so glum before.

Have you been getting into a row with Teddie ?" "I'm all right.

One can't always be talking, I suppose," returned Ulyth rather huffily.

"Some people go on like a perpetual gramophone." "Meaning Corona Margarita Mitchell, I suppose?
As you like, O Queen! I'll shut up if my babble offends the royal ears.