"Well, if we happened to visit the same house, I should go in by the tradesmen's entrance."
Valerie tossed her head.
"You might go in by the back, but if you weren't shown out of the front door, I shouldn't visit that house again."
Anthony sighed.
"Then your visiting-list would shrink," he said, "out of all knowledge.
How did you know my calling?"
"Did you think I didn't recognize you that night?"
"At first I was uncertain. That I thought you must have. Then you misled me, and made me think you hadn't. Why did you do that?"
"I don't know," said Valerie. She could not tell him the truth. "It seemed easier. How did you come to The Shrubbery?"
"I wasn't happy where I was, and I saw the Bumbles' advertisement. It seemed meant for me."
That it was meant for him, and that she and not the Bumbles had paid for its insertion, Valerie thought it unnecessary to state.