"A penny for them," he said at last.
She turned on him with sudden fury and looked him wrathfully up and down.
"You make me sick!" She flared.
The Saint's eyebrows rose one reproachful notch.
"Me?" he protested aggrievedly. "But why, at the moment? What have I done now?"
She shook her shoulders fretfully.
"Oh… nothing," she said. "I'm fed up, that's all."
"I'm sorry," said the Saint gravely. "Perhaps you've had a dull evening. You ought to get about more — go places, and meet people, and see things. It makes a tremendous difference."
"You think you're very funny, don't you?" she flashed. "You and your blonde girl friend — the world's pet hero and heroine!" She paused, savouring the sting of her own acid. "She is nice looking — I'll give her that," she went on grudgingly. "But I just wish she'd never been born… Oh well, perhaps we can't all be heroines, but there's no reason why the rest of us shouldn't have a pretty decent time. You'll be a bit fed up yourself when Algy and Luker get those papers, won't you?"
"Are you quite sure you aren't going to give them to me?" he said.