Chapter VII

There followed rather a dull fortnight for Linda. Nothing particular happened to break the monotony of her business life. She neither saw nor heard anything of Andrew Lincoln, and she felt a little sore about it. Nelly Sweet was unsympathetic. “I told you what he was!” she said triumphantly. “Just a flirt, that’s all. You won’t see him again, mark my words. I daresay Joan gave him such a dressing-down that he won’t dare to look at you any more.” “I never wanted him to look at me,” Linda protested with dignity. But …