"I hope that they may," she answered. "And you will ask me to lunch again?"
"Lunch or dine or walk or motor—whatever you will," he promised.
She reflected for a moment and then laughed. She was drawing on her gloves now, and Nigel was paying the bill.
"There are some people who will not like this," she said.
"And one," he declared, "for whom it is going to make life a Paradise."
They passed out into the street and strolled leisurely westwards. As they crossed Trafalgar Square, a stream of newsboys from the Strand were spreading in all directions. Nigel and his companion seemed suddenly surrounded by placards, all with the same headlines. They paused to read:
TRIUMPH OF THE CHANCELLOR
HUGE REDUCTION OF THE NATIONAL DEBT
TOTAL ABOLITION OF THE INCOME TAX
They walked on. Naida said nothing, although she shook her head a little sorrowfully. Nigel glanced across the Square and down towards Westminster.
"They will shout themselves hoarse there this afternoon," he groaned.
For the first time she betrayed her knowledge of coming events.