(“And I in the fatal young thirties!”) “Nonsense! I’ve merely worked hard these last four years. No one ever dreamed of being afraid of me. Of course you’ll call to-morrow?”
“I think I might summon up courage if you would infuse a little cordiality into your voice. You’ve thawed a bit, but not too much.”
“You took me so completely by surprise. I had just made up my mind that you had asked some friend to make that donation in your name.”
“Never should have thought of such a thing, although you could have had all I’ve got at any moment. What time may I call to-morrow?”
“When did you arrive?”
“This morning. Saw at once that you were going to speak, and thought I’d see what you were like before I ventured. What time may I call to-morrow morning?”
“Let me think—I’ve always a thousand things to attend to in the morning —”
“Please cut them out. You need a rest, anyhow. I’d like to call at eleven.”
“Well—why not? We might go to the National Gallery —”
“What! You’re not going to begin on that? Reminds me of Cherry and the torments of my youth. I’d like to talk to you for twelve hours on end, and take you out to lunch and dinner, but I’ll go to no morgues!”