“But how can you,” he laughed, “when you don’t even know her? As a matter of fact she is just your sort. Up to any fun, full of life, and not the least bit conceited, though half Calcutta is at her feet.”
“Calcutta,” echoed Paddy a little sharply.
“Yes, why not?”
Again there was a moment’s silence.
“Doreen told me you were going to India,” she said at last. “Is it true?”
“Yes.”
He picked up a paper knife and toyed with it. Something in Paddy’s honest face made him avoid her gaze.
“When are you going?” she asked.
“In about three weeks.”
She gulped down an exclamation.