Chapter XXV

Having posted a letter to Stephanie on Monday, Greta wrote another on Tuesday: My dear, I keep on meeting young men. It’s really too thrilling. I must tell you about it. Oh, Stephanie, it is such fun not being at school, and having men simply glaring because you’ve just been polite to someone else. I think Charles must have a most awful temper really, because he glared in the _most_ frightful way you ever saw. I’ve never seen anyone glare like it before, except on the films when they’re …