“You’ll dine with me to-night,” he ventured.
“That’s nice of you, Jack. Yes, of course I will.”
“There’s a lot to talk over,” he explained, “about getting the Seamaid ready.”
“How long will it take,” she asked, “to get her in commission?”
“Oh, about a week. How about little Mrs. Rice—I mean Gladys—Bowles and Richards—can you count on them to go?”
“They’ll go,” she declared. “Leave that to me.”
“You’d better dress, dear,” he said, snapping out his watch. “It’s after seven. We’ll go around to Solari’s.”
Her hand went back of the pillows. She touched an electric button to summon her maid.
Marie was still with her.
“Bon soir, Marie,” said Lamont to her pleasantly, as she appeared.