"How clever of you!"
"I go up to my club—the Junior Constitutional. May I look you up when I run up next?"
"Here's the train coming in."
"Bother! It's so nice talking to you. I'm no end of sorry the mater isn't taking you on."
"I am too," replied Mavis, who, at once, saw the meaning that Lowther might misread into her words.
"Can I look you up when next I'm in town?" he asked eagerly.
"Oh yes, you can look me up," she replied diffidently.
"We ought to go out to supper one evening."
"I should be delighted."
"You would! Really you would?"