“And if I don’t forgive you?”
“You’re at my mercy for this hour at least,” he laughed.
“I can still fly to Italy,” she replied. “I could forgive you, I think, but for one thing.”
He looked the question.
“This dinner. Is it to chance that I’m indebted for the—the—honor of your society?”
Crabb’s gaze had dropped to the table, but she had seen just such a sparkle in them once before. Nor when he looked at her had it disappeared.
“You mean——”
She continued gazing at him steadily.
“You mean—did I arrange it?” he asked.