She paused and gave him a saucy smile. "You ought to be treated for it," was her somewhat elliptical reply.
"I'm afraid I am pretty slow, but I've got you now. It seems to me you're looking pretty nimble."
"Really? I hope I'll do."
"Fancy Gray, you'll indubitably do. Won't you come to dinner with me somewhere, where we can talk?"
"I accept," said Fancy Gray.
"Are you still with Granthope?"
She hesitated for a second before replying. "No, I left last week."
"What's the row?"
"Oh, nothing, I got tired of it."
"That's not true," he said, looking into her eyes, which had dimmed.