"As soon as I've seen anybody or done anything that seems to help at all.... Let's see, what's your telephone number?"
"I haven't got any telephone number," said Savile, "at least, not on this subject. Won't kill you to wire and let me know when I can see you again."
"Good! that's the idea. And look here, Savile, you think I am not going to trouble, I can see that. But you happen to be wrong. I'll fix it up all right."
"I thought you would," said Savile.
"And we won't talk it over, don't you know, to—a—women or anything. Eh?"
"Catch me," said Savile.
"Well, I must go out now," said Chetwode. "Can I drop you?"
"Think I'll walk," said Savile.
They shook hands most cordially. Chetwode went out smiling to himself, and strolled towards the Club.