“Still, I expect your inches bring you many fair admirers.”
He shrugged his shoulders slightly, and looked a trifle bored, and she divined that he disliked flattery and probably the subject of his appearance. She adroitly turned the conversation back to Hal, and spoke of her until they reached the block of flats.
“Is this where you live? What a ripping situation!” he exclaimed. “I would sooner be near the river than near Knightsbridge, even if it is not so classy.”
He followed her into the lift, and then into her charming home, full of enthusiasm, and still without exhibiting a shade of self-consciousness.
Lorraine found her interest growing momentarily, as he took up his stand on her hearth and gazed frankly around, with undisguised pleasure.
“What a jolly nice room. It’s one of the prettiest I’ve seen. You have the same color-scheme as the Duchess of Medstone in her boudoir, but I like your furniture better.”
Lorraine glanced up a little surprised.
“Do you know the Duchess of Medstone?”
“Well, yes”—a trifle bashfully. “You see, those sort of people ask me to their houses because of my cricket. Private cricket weeks are rather fashionable, and I get invitations as the late Oxford captain.”
“And do you go to people you don’t know?”