He caught her hand.
"D-don't go. I'd be so grateful—so grateful if you'd have dinner with me to-night."
"Nonsense!" she said, amazed at her fluency of manner. "You're a bit unstrung, that's all. Look in at your club or a show."
"Please."
"All right," she said, suddenly, on a little click of teeth. "I'll come—this once."
"You're a brick," he cried, releasing her hand with a grateful pressure.
She was excited out of all proportions to the event, flushing up with a sense of adventure and crowded moment.
He began to scan for a cab.
"Let's walk."
"Not a bit of it," bringing one down with a cane. "We're out on a party."