“Really.”
Then the absurdity of being serious over an affair of childhood struck us and we went off into gales of laughter.
“Let’s be sensible,” I said. “What are you doing? Staying at Oxford with friends?”
“No. I’m traveling alone with my maid.”
“Have you any engagement for this evening?”
“No.”
“Then why shouldn’t we spend it together?”
“No reason in the world.”
“Where’ll we spend it?”
“Here, if you like.”