"Well, here's one bit. 'I suppose I can't murder him, so I must
wish him joy. All I can say is, Dolly, that he's the luckiest
(something I can't read--either fellow or--devil) I ever heard
of. I wonder if you've forgotten that evening--'"
"Well, go on." For she stopped.
"Oh, there's nothing else."
"In fact, you have forgotten the evening?"
"Entirely," said Miss Dolly, tossing her head.
"But he sends me a love of a bracelet. He can't possibly pay for
it, poor boy."
"Young knave!" said I severely. (I had paid for my pearl heart.)
"Then comes a lot from girls. Oh, there's one from Maud
Tottenham--she's a second cousin, you know--it's rather amusing.
'I used to know your FIANCE slightly. He seemed very nice, but
it's a long while ago, and I never saw much of him. I hope he is
really fond of you, and that it is not a mere fancy. Since you
love him so much, it would be a pity if he did not care deeply
for you.'"
"Interpret, Miss Dolly," said I.
"She tried to catch him herself," said Miss Dolly.
"Ah, I see. Is that all?"
"The others aren't very interesting."
"Then let's finish Georgy Vane's."
"Really?" she asked, smiling.
"Yes. Really."
"Oh, if you don;'t mind, I don't," said she, laughing, and she
hunted out the pink note and spread it before her.
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