She looked up at him quickly. Her gaze was altogether disingenuous, but her eyes—those wonderful eyes—spoke volumes.
“If you really mean it,” she said, “I should be so glad.”
“Supposing we start to-day,” he suggested, smiling. “I cannot ask you to lunch, as I have a busy day before me, but we might have dinner together quite early. Then I would take you to the theatre and meet you afterwards, if you liked.”
“If I liked!” she whispered. “Oh, how good you are.”
“I am not at all sure about that. Now I’ll put you in this taxi and send you home.”
She laughed.
“You mustn’t do anything so extravagant. I can get a ’bus just outside. I never have taxicabs.”
“Just this morning,” he insisted, “and I think he won’t trouble you for his fare. You must let me, please. Remember that there’s a large account open still between your half-brother and me, so you needn’t mind these trifles. Till this evening, then. Shall I fetch you or will you come to me?”
“Let me fetch you, if I may,” she said. “It isn’t nice for you to come down to where I live. It’s such a horrid part.”
“Just as you like,” he answered. “I’d be very glad to fetch you if you prefer it, but it would give me more time if you came. Shall we say seven o’clock? I’ve written the address down on this card so that you can make no mistake.”