CHAPTER 5The clerks had gone, only Lizzy Smith remained. That young lady came flying to greet her, all of a twitter with excitement.
“Oh, you artful one! You picked him up, did you? Haven’t you got a nerve to come back with him? Suppose old Shaddles had seen you! What have you done to the juggernaut? All the mudguard’s bent. Lois, the countess is here! She’s in with old Shaddles, and she’s got the Queen of Sheba skinned to death! I’ll bet that chinchilla coat she’s got cost a thousand if it cost a tenner. And me wearing dyed fox, and glad to get it! Not that I’m struck on chinchilla—it doesn’t suit my complexion, anyway—— And isn’t Mike lovely?”
“Mike?” said Lois, puzzled.
“Didn’t he tell you his name was Mike?” asked Lizzy contemptuously. “Of course it is! Michael Dorn. You don’t mean
