Monica leaned forward, clasping her knees, and smiled at him dazzlingly. The Saint enjoyed his ensuing vertigo.
“Why all the deep sighs, then?”
“Because now we’ll have hardly any excuse for seeing each other. How soon do you expect to get out of this joint?”
“By evening. It was nonsense bringing me in at all, but my manager insisted on a few days’ rest. Tonight I play Nora as usual.”
“And after the show?”
“I was waiting to be asked. What were you thinking of?”
The Saint smiled.
“Exactly the same thing as you,” he said.