“Only to one person.”
“And to her no longer,” she returned. “What are you doing?”
“Thinking about coming down to dine with you.”
“Just what I was about to ask of you. Come at seven—to my apartment. I have something important to discuss.”
“So have I,” he replied. “I’ll be along in an hour, or sooner if you want me.”
“I want you, Mr. Harleston,” she laughed, “but I can wait an hour, I suppose.”
“Which may mean much or little,” he replied.
“Just so.—You may try your diplomatic methods on solving the problem.”
“My methods or my mind?” he asked.
“Your mental methods,” she replied.