There came no reply.
They were late. It was half-past twelve before Minna reached home. The household was asleep and Serge had stayed up for her. He said:
“Hardly wise to be so late.”
“We missed the train.”
“Two or three. Just as well you didn’t miss the last.”
Minna smiled.
“Why?”
“I don’t think you ought to use Haslam as a decoy for Fry. He’s too good for it.”
“I think you’re a beast, Serge.”
“Am I? We shall see.”