“I pass!” he exclaimed. “You may explain at dinner.”
“Meanwhile, I recommend you to your diplomatic mind.”
“Until dinner?”
“Certainly—and forever after, Mr. Harleston, be an ordinary man with me, please.”
“Do you fancy that a seeing man can be just an ordinary man when you are with him?” he asked.
“I’m not required to fancy you what you’re not,” she returned.
“In other words, I’m not a seeing man?”
“Not especially, sir.—And there’s another problem, for your diplomacy. À bientôt, Monsieur Harleston.”
He telephoned to the Club for a taxi to be at the door at a quarter to seven; then dressed leisurely and descended.
“Any developments?” he inquired of Miss Williams.