“Have you had a hard day?”
“Yes; got hung up by a late consultation; and old Leyton asked me to come and dine.”
Gyp felt a sensation as when feet happen on ground that gives a little.
“The Leytons—that's Eaton Square, isn't it? A big dinner?”
“No. Only the old people, and Bertie and Diana.”
“Diana? That's the girl we met coming out of the theatre, isn't it?”
“When? Oh—ah—what a memory, Gyp!”
“Yes; it's good for things that interest me.”
“Why? Did she interest you?”
Gyp turned and looked into his face.