“No.”
“But if she does agree, you will have no compunctions about her either?”
“No—if she really does.”
“You do not believe she will?” she asked, looking at him with a gaze suddenly intent, as though for the first time she saw something in his face she had not before suspected. “Well, come to lunch, too, and see for yourself.”
Selden stared.
“It is my lunch,” she explained. “I may ask whom I please. You will enjoy it.”
“I’m not so sure of that!”
“Besides, I shall need your moral support,” she added, laughingly. “Please come.”
“Will Lappo be there?”
“No—he has gone to Paris to arrange the marriage settlement with the Davis solicitor. There will be just us three. If she does not come, we shall be tête-à-tête.”