Looking from Valerie to Neville, he said very innocently: "Kelly, you know that peachy dream with whom you cut up so shamefully on New-year's night?
Well, she asked me for your telephone number--" "What are you talking about ?" demanded Neville, annoyed.
"Why, I'm talking about Mazie," said Sam, pleasantly.

"You remember Mazie Gray?
And how crazy you and she became about each other ?" Valerie, who was pouring tea, remained amiably unconcerned; and Ogilvy obtained no satisfaction from her; but Neville's scowl was so hearty and unfeigned that a glimpse of his visage sent Annan into fits of laughter.
To relieve which he ran across the floor, like a huge spider.

Then Valerie leisurely lifted her tranquil eyes and her eyebrows, too, a trifle.
"Why such unseemly contortions, Harry ?" she inquired.
"Sam tormenting Kelly to stir _you_ up! He's got a theory that you and Kelly are mutually infatuated." "What a delightful theory, Sam," said Valerie, smiling so sincerely at Ogilvy that he made up his mind there wasn't anything in it.

But the next moment, catching sight of Neville's furious face, his opinion wavered.
Valerie said laughingly to Rita: "They'll never grow up, these two--" nodding her head toward Ogilvy and Annan.

And to Neville carelessly--too carelessly: "Will you have a little more tea, Kelly dear ?" Her attitude was amiable and composed; her voice clear and unembarrassed.