"Oh, you never give any help at all."
She laughed light-heartedly. "I find I get along quite all right if I let you choose."
"You're satisfied?"
"Absolutely."
"Well, then; I'm not going to offer inviolable judgment. I'm only going to make a suggestion."
"What is it?"
"My rooms are in Regent Street—"
"I know; I looked up the number the other day in the Who's Who? after we'd had lunch."
"Was that to know if I'd told the truth?" He held her eyes for the answer as you put your metal in the vice.
"No, of course not! How could you think I'd dream of such a thing?"