“I could cone to dinner “
He brightened at once.
“Oh, good! That’s fine. Where shall we go?”
“I know a place.”
“All right. Then when shall we meet?”
“Eight o’clock at the pub opposite Joe’s.” Now that she had made up her mind to go out with him she was taking charge of the outing. George didn’t care. He had won his point about paying for the outing or at least he thought it was going to be all right—and if she wanted to say where they were to meet and where they were to dine, it was all right with him.
“That’s fine,” he said. “I say, Cora—I’m looking forward…" but the telephone was dead. She had hung up.
Even that didn’t detract from his happiness. At last!
After all those beastly hours, trying… trying… trying to get her, he had finally succeeded, and she was coming out with him again!
He drew a deep breath and came out into the fresh air, feeling fine.