"Where did you say you first met him--Mr. Geoffrey?" she enquired
suddenly, still busied with the rebellious curl. Spike started, and
glanced uneasily at her shapely back.
"Say, Hermy," said he, a little huskily, "have you got anything for
supper?"
"Not much, dear, I'm afraid."
"That's a pity!"
"Why?"
"Oh, because I asked him in to supper."
"You asked Mr. Geoffrey--here?" she gasped.
"Surest thing you know. Y' see, I thought you was staying over at
Englewood."
"Oh, Arthur!" she sighed. "And there are only two wretched little chops!
And not a bit of butter! And the rent's due to-morrow--I can't spare a
cent--and me in this shabby old gown! and you broke the best teapot."
"Sounds kind of gay an' festive!" sighed Spike ruefully. "But don't
worry about the eats, dear. Geoff won't mind, an' he'll never notice
your old gown--"
"He seems to notice a great deal," said Hermione doubtfully as she
hastily untied the big apron, "and besides--oh, gracious goodness!"
she cried, as a knock sounded at the front door, "you must let him in,
Arthur--and don't let him know I'm changing my gown!" Saying which, she
vanished into her bedroom while Spike hastened to the door.
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