“I knew you left at this time,” he said frankly, “so I came to meet you.”
Hal looked a little taken aback.
“I wonder why you did that,” was all she found to say.
“Well, it was the only way, since you won’t come to the telephone, and I am afraid to call on you in Bloomsbury. I want to talk to you. Come along and have some tea.”
Hal hesitated, looking doubtfully at the motor, but he urged her on.
“Come; surely you’re not afraid to have a cup of tea with me. We’ll go to the Carlton—or the Ritz if you prefer it—and take a conspicuous table.”
“In my office garments!” with a low laugh. “I don’t want to be taken for your housekeeper.”
“My housekeeper is a deuce of a swell,” laughing in his turn. “She certainly wouldn’t be seen in a last year’s frock; but you’re one of the lucky people who manage to look smart, even in office clothes, as you call them—so come along.”
Hal got into the motor.
“Which is it to be? Ritz or Carlton?”