'It was a most curious mistake to make,' said Dolly.
'Oh, well, it's all put right now,' said I.
'Oh, Mr. Carter, do you remember mamma's face when we described him?'
'That was a terrible moment,' said I, with a shudder.
'I said he was—ugly,' whispered Dolly.
'And I said—something worse,' murmured I.
'And mamma knew at once from our description that it was'
'She saw it in a minute,' said I.
'And then you went away.'
'Well, I rather suppose I did,' said I.
'Mamma is just a little like the Dowager sometimes,' said Dolly.
'There is a touch now and then,' I conceded.
'And when I was introduced to him the next day I absolutely blushed.'
'I don't altogether wonder at that,' I observed.
'But it wasn't as if he'd heard what we were saying.'
'No; but he'd seen what we were doing.'
'Well, what were we doing?' cried Dolly defiantly.
'Conversing confidentially,' said I.
'And a week later you went home!'
'Just one week later,' said I.
There was a long pause.
'Well, you'll take me to the theatre?' asked Dolly, with something which, if I were so disposed, I might consider a sigh.
