'No, a shilling,' corrected Miss Phyllis. 'A hundred pounds! How absurd, Mr. Carter! Well, one day I—I'
'You're sure you wish to go on, Phyllis?' asked Mrs. Hilary.
'You're afraid, Mrs. Hilary,' said I severely.
'Nonsense, Mr. Carter. I thought Phyllis might'
'I don't mind going on,' said Miss Phyllis smiling. 'One day I—I lost the other girls.'
'The other girls are always easy to lose,' I observed.
'And on the way there—oh, you know, he went to the lectures.'
'The young dog!' said I, nudging Hilary. 'I should think he did!'
'On the way there it became rather—rather foggy.'
'Blessings on it,' I cried; for little Miss Phyllis's demure, but roguish expression delighted me.
'And he—he found me in the fog.'
'What are you doing, Mr. Carter?' cried Mrs. Hilary angrily.
'Nothing, nothing,' said I. I believe I had winked at Hilary.
'And—and we couldn't find the Town Hall.'
'Oh, Phyllis!' groaned Mrs. Hilary.
Little Miss Phyllis looked alarmed for a moment. Then she smiled.
'But we found the confectioner's,' said she.
'The Grand Prix,' said I, pointing my forefinger at Hilary.
