“ I didn’t make a mess of it. It just happened that——”
“ All right, laddie, all right,” said Ukridge, tonelessly. “Don’t let’s split straws. The fact remains, whether it’s your fault or not, the thing was a complete frost. What were you saying?”
“ I was saying that, if only I had never been to your aunt, I could have met her in a perfectly natural way at this dance.”
“ Done Young Disciple stuff,” said Ukridge, seizing on the idea. “Rubbed in the fact that you could do her a bit of good by boosting her in the paper.”
“ And asked her to re-engage Miss Mason as her secretary.”
Ukridge fiddled with the letter.
“ You don’t think even now——”
I was sorry for him and sorrier for Dora Mason, but on this point I was firm.
“ No, I don’t.”
“ But consider, laddie,” urged Ukridg
