Yes--he said--but within limits--and Donald was the limit.

That made me savage--so I upped and said, very well, if I couldn't see Donald here, I should see him somewhere else--and he wouldn't prevent me.

I wasn't going to desert my friends for a lot of silly tales.

So then he said I didn't know what I was talking about, and turned his back on me.
He kept his temper provokingly--and I lost mine--which was idiotic of me.
But I mean to be even with him--somehow.

And as for Donald, I shall go up to town and lunch with him at the Ritz next week!" "Oh, no, no, you can't!" cried Mrs.Friend in distress.