“C. Q.” or, In the Wireless House
His lordship poured out some champagne.
“Really, you know, that ’s rather a stunner!” he admitted.
“It is, if what everybody said was true,” answered his companion—“that she turned you down hard at Biarritz last May. Anyhow, she 's engaged to Cosmo Hamilton at last—it was announced about a month ago. I wonder where Micky got that picture.”
“I—I never—asked her—really,” he protested. “Rum sort of a child, but an awful ripper!”
“Never mind, old chap!” cooed Mrs. Trevelyan soothingly. “You ’ve still got me.”
“Yes, until Trevelyan comes out in a tug off Fire Island,” he retorted dryly, wrinkling his nose.
“Well, cheer up—and give me a cigarette!” she admonished him. “Let ’s have a good time while it lasts.”
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