“Rather not. But I’ll be glad to get back to the manor.”
“I suppose you intend to have house-parties?”
“I should think so! Dozens have promised to come.”
“Wouldn’t you like to be quiet for a while?”
Gita shook her head. “No, and you wouldn’t, either. You never look as much at home as at a party.”
“But it would be a delightful change to have you to myself for a bit—say a month.”
“ ’Fraid we’d get talked out and bore each other, but a week between each party would strike a happy medium. I never intend to give you a chance to tire of me.” And she gave him a dazzling smile.
He made the proper gallant retort, and asked, “What time do we show up at the Pleydens’?”
“Ten-thirty. You’ve just time for a cigar in my ark. I simply long to see you in your chair again. It’s over a fortnight since you paid me a call.”