"I shouldn't dream of stopping in town without you," said he, "or of letting you be alone at that—at Winston. You won't stop up here another day?"
Dodo was getting a little muddled; she wanted to see "Petroushka" enormously, and had to pretend it was rather an effort; at the same time she had to remember that Jack wanted to see it, though he pretended that he wanted her to see it. He thought that she thought.... She gave it up; they both wanted to see "Petroushka" for their own sakes, and pretended it was for the sake of each other.
"Yes, dear, I don't think it would overtire me," she said. "But let's go to the stalls to-morrow. I think you will see it better from straight in front."
"I quite agree," said Jack cordially.
About three weeks later Dodo came in to lunch half an hour late and in an enormous hurry. She had asked Edith to come at 1.30 punctually, so that they could start for the Mid-Surrey links at two, to play a three-ball match, and be back at five for a rubber before dinner which would have to be at seven, since the play to which they were going began at eight. She was giving a small dance that night, but she could get back by eleven from the play. They were going down to Winston early next morning (revisiting it after nearly a month's absence), so that Jack could get a day's fishing before the Saturday-till-Monday party arrived.
"I don't want any lunch," said Dodo. "I'm ready now, and I shall eat bread and cheese as we drive down to Richmond. Things taste so delicious in a motor. Jack, darling, fill your pockets with cheese and cigarettes, and give me a kiss, because it's David's birthday."
"We were talking about you," he remarked.
"Tell me what you said. All of it," said Dodo.
"We agreed you had never been in such excellent spirits."
"Never. What else?"