Mr. Selsbury’s expression was pained.
“I wish you would not call me ‘Gord,’ Diana,” he complained gently. “It sounds—well, blasphemous.”
“But oh, it fits,” she said, shaking her head. “You don’t know how it fits!”
Gordon shrugged his shoulders.
“At any rate, ‘devilish’ is not ladylike.”
“Where have you been?” she asked with that disconcerting brusqueness of hers.
“I have been detained——”
“Not at your office,” said Diana promptly, as she sat down at the table and pointed an accusing finger. “You haven’t been back since luncheon.”
Mr. Selsbury cast a resigned look at the ceiling.
“I have been detained on a purely private business matter,” he said stiffly.