“I’ll introduce you to a smart girl, if you like,” Drake offered, as they paused undecided between the attractions of two portions of the Exhibition. “She sells Turkish Delight by the Cave of the Four Winds. Very O.T., my boy,” Drake went on.
“Do you mean——” Michael began.
“What? Rather,” said Drake. “I’ve been home to her place.”
“No joking?” Michael asked.
“Yes,” affirmed Drake with a triumphant inhalation of sibilant breath.
“Rather lucky, wasn’t it?” Michael asked. “I mean to say, it was rather lucky to meet her.”
“She might take you home,” suggested Drake, examining Michael critically.
“But I mightn’t like her,” Michael expostulated.
“Good Lord,” exclaimed Drake, struck by a point of view that was obviously dismaying in its novelty, “you don’t mean to say you’d bother about that, if you could?”
“Well, I rather think I should,” Michael admitted. “I think I’d want to be in love.”