Patricia felt she could sing. So he had not gone! Would her knees play her false and cheat her?
"It's—it's me," she said, regardless of grammar.
"That's delightful; but who is me?" came the response.
No wonder woman liked him if he spoke like that to them, she decided.
Suddenly she realised that even she herself could not recognise as her own the voice with which she was speaking.
"Patricia," she said.
"Patricia!" There was astonishment, almost incredulity in his voice. So Elton had said nothing. "Where are you? Can I see you?"
Patricia felt her cheeks burn at the eagerness of his tone.
"I'm—I'm going out. I—I'll call for you if you like," she stammered.
"I say, how ripping of you. Come in a taxi or shall I come and fetch you?"