“You’ve already done your share,” he returned. “You’re going to meet me for lunch at twelve?”
“Yes, Don.”
“Sure?”
“Of course, it’s sure.”
“I wish it were twelve now.”
“You’re not to think of me again until twelve comes––not once. You’re to tend to business.”
“I know, but––”
She kissed him again.
“Along with you.”
She took his arm and led him to the door and 325 there––where, for all he cared, the whole street might have seen him––he turned quickly and kissed her once more.