"Then I'll call him to luncheon." And Rose floated away, leaving her companions confronted in a silence that ended—as Tony was lost in the wonder of her presence of mind—only when Mrs. Beever had assured herself that she was out of earshot.
"She has broken it off!" this lady then responsibly proclaimed.
Her colleague demurred. "She? How do you know?"
"I know because he has told me so."
"Already—in these few minutes?"
Mrs. Beever hung fire. "Of course I asked him first. I met him at the bridge—I saw he had had a shock."
"It's Rose who has had the shock!" Tony returned. "It's he who has thrown her over."
Mrs. Beever stared. "That's her story?"
Tony reflected. "Practically—yes."
Again his visitor hesitated, but only for an instant. "Then one of them lies."
Tony laughed out at her lucidity. "It isn't Rose Armiger!"
"It isn't Dennis Vidal, my dear; I believe in him," said Mrs. Beever.
