Two hours later he went to the Marigold Club, which was not a haunt of vice, or a luxury establishment where the wealthy were mulcted, but a club for women. On its committee was Lady Gloria Hurst, the Toff’s aunt. She had found Barbara a room at the club for the previous night. Tall and austere-looking, she received Rollison with a welcoming smile; for she was fond of him.
“How is she?” asked Rollison.
“As you can imagine,” said Lady Gloria. “But she’s young, she will be all right, although she’ll go on making mistakes.”
“Mistakes?” echoed Rollison.
His aunt’s eyes gleamed wickedly.
“She has a curiously high opinion of you,” she remarked.
THE END
Вы читаете The Toff In Town
