Chapter 43

"You do go direct to a thing, don't you?" she murmured ironically. "You can't razz me that way," he said, undisturbed, "because it's true." There was some more talk--I might have been a cushion at the other end of the settee for all the attention they paid to me--and then he said bluntly: "I don't believe you're a fashionable flapper." My heart contracted sharply. "Why?" asked Inez, smiling. "You've got too much sense." "Oh, the younger set is going in for sense," she said airily. "There's nothing else left for us…