"It's a man's party, darling! Only a week."
"But wouldn't you like me to go racing with you sometimes? I would. I should love to."
He looked up lazily. "I don't think a racecourse is the place for a woman. I like you better here. Of course, come if you like. Whenever you like. Would you like to see Princess Ida run?"
"No, thanks.—Shall you be home to lunch?"
"Yes, I dare say I shall. Are you lunching at home?"
"I was going to Vera's, but I'd rather stay at home—for you."
"Oh, don't do that, dear," he said decidedly. "I may look in at White's."
"Well, when shall I see you?"
"Why this evening, of course. Aren't we going to the opera, or something?" he asked.
"Is it great agony for you to sit out Wagner?" She showed real sympathy. "It's Tannhäuser, you know."