"Thanks so much."
"It's not easy to talk on a motor-bus, is it?" John suggested.
"No, it's like trying to talk to somebody whom you're seeing off in a train."
"I hope you'll enjoy your evening. You'll remember me to Miss Merritt?"
"Of course."
Sloane Square opened ahead of them; but at any rate, John congratulated himself, he had managed to arrange a lunch for Wednesday and need no longer reproach himself for a complete deadlock.
"I must hurry," she warned him when they had descended to the pavement.
"Wednesday at one o'clock then."
He would have liked to detain her with elaborate instructions about the exact spot on the carpet where she would find him waiting for her on Wednesday; but she had shaken him lightly by the hand and crossed the road before he could decide between the entrance in Regent Street and the entrance in Pall Mall.
"It is becoming every day more evident, Mrs. Worfolk," John told his housekeeper after supper that evening, "that I must begin to look about for a secretary."