And I let it out when I was telling Reginald that Mr.Vance was a friend of mine--only just a friend of mine--and he mustn't hurt him, and there was nothing to make a fuss about." "I don't see why you wanted to tell him about Mr.Vance at all for, if you knew he'd make a fuss," said Pollyooly in a tone of disapproval.
"I told you it slipped out when I wasn't thinking," said Flossie, in a tone which carried no conviction; and she bent hastily to the note and added a couple of lines.
Then she broke out again in the same high-pitched, excited tone: "And I came round here as soon as I could get away, because there wasn't any time to be lost.

Reginald says he doesn't believe in losing time in anything.

And he's going to take an afternoon off and come round and knock the stuffing out of Mr.Vance this very day.

He can always get an afternoon off, for he's with Messrs.

Mercer & Topping, and the firm has the greatest confidence in him; he says they have." She finished the note and folded it, saying with the air which Pollyooly found hypocritical: "It's really dreadful when gentlemen will quarrel about one so.