"Omelette, please," said Maggy, taking the seat he offered her before the tea and coffee equipage. "Coffee for you? And sugar?"
"Thanks."
He came back from the sideboard where he had gone to the electrically-heated stand, smiled as he served her, and took the cup she handed him.
"Do you know," he said, taking his seat, "I seem to have the feeling that we've breakfasted before."
"So have I," she rejoined. "I like it."
"Your hat spoils the illusion, though."
"How?"
"Of a woman in the house."
She unpinned it and tossed it on to a chair. The reluctance that had made her retain it that day so many months ago when she had lunched for the first time with Woolf was quite absent now.
"Well, what about the diamonds?" asked Chalfont.