So what does
anything of that sort matter? At least that's what I've been asking
myself."
"I'm afraid Ena thinks you'll soon be asking _her_."
"Heavens! I suppose she does. Not that I've said a confounded word.
I'm hanged if I know what to do! I tell you what. I'll wait and see
how things go to-night. And then--maybe I'll toss up a penny."
"We ought to go down now, anyhow," said Eileen, still very
thoughtful.
"Come along, then, and face the music."
"You go. I'll follow in a minute. I want to put this wonderful pink
orchid in just the right place in my dress, and I shall be nervous if
you watch me."
"What a ripper! Where did you get it?" Rags pretended that he cared to
know the history of a wonderful, live-looking flower that lay on his
sister's dressing-table.
"Petro. He bought it for me in the florist department of his father's
shop. He said it was the latest addition--the department, not the
orchid."
"Don't you get thinking too much about Rolls," grumbled Lord Raygan.
"There _may_ be something in that affair, after all. One can never be
sure. Anyhow, I thought I'd tell you."
On that he closed the door, shutting himself out.
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