'I wonder,' she exclaimed, 'whether he really expects us to dine with him at the Ritz on Friday night!'
'We'll go and see, at any rate,' Lavendale declared.
CHAPTER VI
THE MACHINATIONS OF MR. COURLANDER
Lavendale glanced at his thin gold watch and replaced it in his waistcoat pocket.
'Three minutes past eight,' he remarked. 'Half a dozen pairs of gloves for me, I think. Shall I go in and see about a table or would you rather dine somewhere else?'
Suzanne made a little grimace. They were in the foyer of the Ritz Hotel, and she was wearing a wonderful new gown.
'It is most disappointing,' she declared. 'I had made up my mind to conquest.'
'I am very impressionable,' Lavendale assured her.
She shook her head petulantly.