She obeyed, loving it. He watched her calmly. Gasping a little, and blinking, she presently paused.
"This is really very good," she said—then, for the first time, became more personal. "I don't know what I'd have done without you. But I'm awfully afraid I disturbed you."
"Not at all," he said politely. "I'll finish when you've gone. But don't go till you've quite recovered."
"You're dying to get rid of me!" she pouted.
"Oh, no," he said. "I'm not often honoured so charmingly."
She smiled, with a little bow, and sipped the brandy again.
"I wonder," she said suddenly, "what—people would think if they knew we were alone, here—at this time of night—and——"
She laughed excitedly and looked at him with bright eyes.
"And Mac away?" he finished for her. "Well, of course, if they didn't know the circumstances, they might talk."
"Yes," she agreed. "But no-one need—er—will know. And I wouldn't care if they did," she concluded, with a taking little air of bravado. "Do you think I'm very shocking?"