“No, I can’t, really.”
“To-morrow, then? I’ll be outside the Belsize Park station, and we’ll go on the razzle-dazzle together. I’d like to show you a bit of life. Seven o’clock, mind.”
“You and your seven o’clock! You’ll be somewhere with your young lady, I know.”
“Haven’t got one.”
“Wouldn’t she have you?” scoffed Elsie. “No accounting for tastes, is there?”
“I’ll make you pay for this to-morrow night, you little witch—see if I don’t!”
Elsie had caught hold of her suitcase, and began to walk away from him.
“Which number are you going to?”
“Eight.”
“I’ll ring the bell for you.”