Sydney was eyeing them with thoughtful interest.
“It seems I came hack a hit too early,” he said, settling more comfortably in his armchair
“You did,” Cora returned, tormenting George by rubbing her face against his. “George and I had made plans, hadn’t we, George?”
He gripped her tightly, but didn’t say anything. His hand trembled so that he slopped a little whisky on her slacks.
“Careful, George,” she said, and suddenly laughed. “You know, our George is quite a lad,” she went on to Sydney. “I believe he’d make one of the world’s greatest lovers.”
“Never mind about George,” Sydney said. “We’ve got other things to think about.”
Cora slipped off George’s lap. She crossed the room and picked up the whip.
George, feeling suddenly deflated, watched her. She swished the whip once or twice, her face spiteful. Then she laughed. “I’ll bet he’ll yell the place down,” she said.
“It’s all fixed,” Sydney said. “He’ll be alone. I’ve got a car. We leave at eight-thirty. It’ll take us about an hour. By that time it’ll be getting dark.”
Cora raised her glass. “To our new member,” she said, looking at George, and she tilted her head and emptied her glass.