CHAPTER ELEVENIt was later on when they were heading for Ledlington that Charles said in an airy voice,
“Who is the unfortunate chap?”
Stacy said, “What do you mean?”
“The object of all the staff work about the key—the current boy friend—the fellow who’s going to take you out on the razzle-dazzle.”
“Well, you said it was going to be you.”
“Oh, no, you put in the staff work before I came along. You needn’t have any inhibitions—I’m all friendly attention. Who is he?”
Stacy said,
“Why do you call him unfortunate?”
The words came tumbling out, and the moment they were said she knew that she had let Charles score. He did it easily, lazily, with a smile for his own reflection in the driving-mirror.
“Fellow feeling, darling.”
Stacy bit her lip. She ought to have bitten her tongue off be
