“A most appropriate sensation.”
Eve shot him a lightning glance.
Then—
“We were to talk of the past,” she said quickly. “D’you remember this day a year ago?”
Jeremy knitted his brows.
“Was that the first time we met?”
“It was,” said Eve. “May Day 1929. Here in this house. . . . Jeremy, I’ve a confession to make. I asked that you should be introduced to me.”
“Well, I asked too.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to know you,” said Jeremy Broke.