'N-no. That wouldn't do.'
'Would your mother object?'
'Heavens, no!—but the servants would. You see, English morality is largely living up to your servants—and we met only last night.'
'But you will come?' He crossed his hands behind his back and swung the crop against his boots.
'Mr. Selwyn,' she said, 'your books should be very interesting.'
'From now on they will be,' he said, 'if'——
'All right,' she interrupted him with something of the staccato mannerism of the evening before. 'I'll motor down in my little car, and we'll go to the Café Rouge.'
'Good—wherever that may be.'
'No one has discovered it yet but me,' she said. 'Then I shall have a headache at four, and meet you outside Oxford Circus Tube at seven.'
'You're a real sport, Miss Durwent.'