"Not very," he answered.
She laughed again.
"Do you know—this is the first time I've been in a bachelor's quarters?" she jerked to a new tack, setting down the glass. "I've often been tempted——"
"You've not missed much."
"Er—no." Her look was distinctly disapproving. "It's so bare—so terribly priestly. It lacks something. Oh, I know what it is!"
She had been planning this ever since the idea first struck her.
"And that is?" he asked—falling—or walking—into the trap.
"Surely you know? A woman's hand, Major, eh? Little touch here, little touch there, eh?"
"Perhaps," he answered.
She disregarded his seeming indifference.