“It doesn’t matter at all to me,” said Jack. “I know of very few things that can matter less to me than Miss Lorne’s face.”
“Now, you’re cruel again; and she was so nice to you too. Absolutely, I don’t believe that the edges of her smile came together once while she was talking to you last night.”
“Did you spy on us to that extent?” said Jack. “I wouldn’t have believed it of you.”
“Oh, I’m very awful,” she said airily. “You’ll be more surprised the farther you penetrate into the wilderness of my ways.”
“And when will I have a chance to plunge into the jungle, do you think?”
“Any Saturday or Sunday that you happen to be in town.”
“Are you going to live in town?”
“For a while. I’ve taken a house until the beginning of July. I expect some friends over, and I want to entertain them.”
Jack felt the sky above become refulgent. He was in the habit of spending every Saturday night in the city—he and Burnett together.
“May I come as often as I like?” he asked.