' Honour bright. Is that
enough? Well, then--go on!"
"She's in the shop--employed there, it seems. We met her in the lift,
Ena and I. It was a surprise all round. Ena wasn't overjoyed. No more
was the Lady in the Moon. They got rid of each other quickly and
skilfully. Afterward, Ena buttonholed me and sat me down on a hard
settee in a beastly furnished room like a rathskeller, with price tags
on everything, and made me solemnly swear not to split to Rolls."
"About your meeting Miss Child?"
"_Ra-ther!_ And all the rest of it."
"What rest?"
"A lot of rubbish. I don't know what she was driving at, I'm hanged if
I do. But if I didn't like Rolls, I'd suspect."
"But you do like him. And so do I."
"I've noticed that. So would Mubs, if she ever noticed anything that
didn't wave suffragette colours."
"And I shall go on liking him--'right straight on,' as he'd say
himself. Nothing that Ena or anybody else could tell me would make me
believe a word against him. And the girl's nice, too. I'm sure she is.
But how too endlessly quaint she should be in the shop."
"She intimated politely, when we asked her questions, that it was a
last resort.
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