“You were not going out?”
She looked at him, with a sly smile.
“You know that I have just returned,” she said. “I saw you in the window at Clarendon.”
“I was there,” he admitted.
“And you came over at once—prepared to be surprised that I was here.”
“And found you waiting for me—just as I expected.”
“Oh!” she cried. “You’re horrid! perfectly horrid!”
“Peccavi! Peccavi!” he said humbly.
“Te absolvo!” she replied, solemnly. “Now, let us make a fresh start—by going for a walk. You can postpone the high ball until we return.”
“I can postpone the high ball for ever,” he averred.