"People take you to supper at beautiful restaurants."
Ronald breathed the sigh of relief of a man who has arranged an important matter satisfactorily, and said:
"Well, we'd better get on or we shan't have proper time for lunch."
They walked briskly out of the Temple and climbed on to a motorbus. When they had settled down in their seats, Ronald chuckled and said: "By Jove! the fellows will be sick when they hear we're engaged. It's something like a score, besides being jolly itself."
Then he turned a little gloomy, and said: "But we ought to have taken a taxi. I don't believe Lascelles minor would let the girl he was engaged to go on a 'bus."
"I shouldn't have thought he was engaged if he wrote letters to me," said Pollyooly in some surprise.
"Now I come to think of it, he isn't," said Ronald.
"Then how does he know what he'd do?" said Pollyooly triumphantly.
Ronald's face cleared.
