“I suppose I’ve no right to do that now,” he said.
“Just as much as ever you had,” replied Inez.
“Yes, but I didn’t know it before. Where ignorance is bli . . . I mean,—no, I don’t; I’m getting muddled. What I really mean is, that there’s no fun in breaking a rule if you don’t know you’re breaking it. In other words, now I’ve no right to kiss you—I really want to.”
A faint flush appeared on Inez’ usually calm face.
“You’d better get yourself something to eat,” she said crisply. “Your mind’s not very clear before food.”
Ryland laughed.
“My mind’s been working to some tune since I saw you last. I’ve got a clue!”
Inez turned quickly.
“What?” she exclaimed.
“That scent! You remember, I told you that Daphne used a very attractive scent; well, I’ve found it. That’s to say I’ve found a handkerchief of hers that still smells of it. I remembered last night that she’d dropped her handkerchief getting out of the car and I’d pinched it—rather romantic—something to remind me of her—that sort of thing.”