"What do you want to see me again for?"
"I just want to," Humphrey said. "I'm all alone."
"Alone in London," she laughed. "Tragic boy ... oh, how miserable you look. Don't you like being called a boy?"
"I don't mind what you call me, so long as you'll let me see you again. To-morrow's Saturday...."
"Oh! I can't manage to-morrow."
"Well, on Sunday, then."
"I never go out on Sundays."
"On Monday," said Humphrey, desperately.
She considered the matter. "I know I'm engaged on Monday evening."
"We'll have lunch together."