“Careering across England in a haphazard fashion with her cousin Dick Bruce. Do you mind turning towards home now? I’m dining out, and have some letters to write.”
“Who’s the happy man tonight?... I thought of course I was to have the whole day.”
“With a view to getting wholesomely bored! No, Flip, I don’t propose to let you find that way out just yet.”
“I should have found it for myself long ago if it were possible. As it is, I have grown resigned, and accept what crumbs fall to my portion.” He paused a moment and then asked, “Is it Goliath tonight?”
“It is.”
“Rash woman; and just when I have advised you to run.”
“But it is not in the least serious yet. I only asked you in view of it becoming so.”
“Which means you will try and start to run, after you are firmly in the trap.”
“Not at all. I won’t go near the trap. I’ll tell him I’m old enough to be his mother, and talk down to him from years of detestable common sense and sagacity.”
“Which sounds as if it would be even duller than dining with me.”