“Yes,” she said, her thoughts reverting to the discussion in the pavilion. “During half a programme you’ll find time enough to tell me a good deal.”
He glanced at her quickly.
“You didn’t mind?” he said. “It’s only the second half; and you’ll be tired. You won’t want to dance much.”
“Oh, indeed! Then what do you propose we shall do? If we don’t dance we might as well remain at home.”
“We’ll dance all you want to,” he replied. “And we’ll go for a stroll along the sea wall. The weather is too hot for being inside. You shall do what you like anyhow.”
“You are always so amenable, George,” she said, smiling. “And you always get your own way in the end.”
He smiled back at her with gay confidence.
“My luck’s in,” he replied. “The gods smile on me. I told you, Esmé, that I meant to win.”
“I did my utmost to prevent you,” she said.
“You understand co-operation, partner,” he returned coolly. “That’s good enough for me.”