"Turn the lamp out, when you go," I said, and I got into bed. I left the door partly open, because my room wanted all the air it could get, and I heard him waking up slowly and stretching himself. After that he attacked a soda-water syphon until it gave a protesting gurgle.
"I've found the whisky, but you don't seem to have any soda," he called to me, but I pretended that I was asleep. However, he ransacked my cupboard until he found another syphon, and then he came and sat on my bed. I told him I was very tired, because I had not forgotten the last time he had invaded me in this way, and two doses of talking about love would be a trial to any man.
"I wanted to talk to you, only you were so busy, and then I went to sleep," he began.
"Well, cut it short, it must be nearly one o'clock."
"Your people have asked me to stay with them in the vac, and I want to know what time would suit you best."
He had cut it far too short to suit me, and I asked him not to sit on my foot, which he was not sitting upon, so that I could think for a moment. Then I turned my face to the wall. But I brought myself round pretty quickly, and felt very displeased with Jack. Things were much worse than I thought they were, if he could throw away all decency and simply insist on coming. Had I wanted him I should have asked him.
"I had a letter from Mrs. Marten this morning, asking me to settle the time with you," he said.
"Any time will suit me," I answered, "except that I may go away with a reading party, and I am afraid you will find it most awfully slow."
"I shan't find it slow," he asserted with conviction.
"There's nothing much to do except loll about," I said.