"I said you'd do something," said Daphne, leaning back easily in her long chair. I stopped swinging my legs and looked at her. "Did you, indeed," I said coldly. My sister nodded dreamily. "Then you lied, darling. In your white throat," I said pleasantly. "By the way, d'you know if the petrol's come?" "I don't even care," said Daphne. "But I didn't lie, old chap. My word is-" "Your bond? Quite so. But not mine. The appointment I have in Town that day-" "Which day?" said Daphne, with a faint smile. "The fete day."