"Don't say a word about them," hissed Barrett, her fervent admirer, as
Maitland came up to us.
"Won't you both come in to tea," he said genially. "Parker's out."
We left Parker's melon on his doorstep to chaperon itself, and turned
back with him. And sure enough, on his table was the bunch of roses.
"Glorious, aren't they?" said Maitland, waving his signet ring toward
them.