"You'll be a very welcome one," he answered. "There was never a time when I wanted you so much. I've finished my novel and I have a fit of the blues."
"It is your own fault," she said. "It is because you have not been to see me for a fortnight."
"And I wonder how much you have missed me all that fortnight. Tell me what you have been doing."
She looked at him sideways. He almost fancied that she was blushing.
"Tuesday night Mr. Drexley took me out to dinner, and we went to the
Lyceum," she said.
He stopped short upon the pavement.
"What?"
She looked up at him demurely.
"Why, you don't mind, do you, Douglas? Mr. Drexley is a friend of yours, isn't he? He has been so kind."
"The devil he has!" Douglas muttered, amazed. "And how many more times have you seen him during the fortnight, I wonder?"