"Oh, Jerry, is it you ?" she exclaimed delightedly.
"He insisted on coming up, Miss Quentin," said Bunty, "although I told him you had only just arrived and would be in the middle of unpacking." "I've got an important message to deliver," asserted Jerry, grinning, and shaking both Diana's hands exuberantly.
"Oh, never mind the unpacking," cried Diana, beginning to bundle the things off the tables and chairs back into one of the open trunks.
"Bunty darling, help me to clear a space, and then go and order tea for two up here--and expense be blowed! Oh, and I'll put a match to the fire--it's quite cold enough.

Come in, Jerry, and tell me all the news." "I'll light that fire first," said Jerry, practically.

"We can talk when Bunty darling brings our tea." Miss Bunting shook her head at him and tried to frown but as no one ever minded in the least what Jerry said, her effort at propriety was a failure, and she retreated to set about the tea, observing maliciously:-- "I'll send 'Mrs.Lawrence darling' up to talk to you, Mr.Leigh." "Great Jehosaphat!"-- Jerry flew after her to the door--"If you do, I'm off.

That woman upsets my digestion--she's so beastly effusive.

I thought she was going to kiss me last time." Miss Bunting laughed as she disappeared downstairs.
"You're safe to-day," she threw back at him.