“I’ve never seen the Secretary!” she smiled.
“Small matter. He’ll see you, all right.”
“I’ll make an impression, you think?”
“If you don’t, it will be the first failure of the sort you’ve ever registered.”
“Except with you,” she murmured.
“Good Lord!” he exclaimed. “You’ve had me going many times.”
“Yes, Guy—but not now,” she whispered.
“Now, I’m strong!” he laughed, bluntly declining the overture.
“Hence you are willing that I try my smiles on the Secretary,” she retorted.
“We are fellow diplomats,” he countered. “You did me a good turn in the Du Plesis affair; I’m trying now to show my appreciation. Moreover, it will give Snodgrass an opportunity to reflect on your beauty and fascinating ways—and to look forward to eight o’clock.”