She nodded. "Yes, I shall be in 'front.'"
"I'm so glad I met you!"
He thought of taking them in to the hotel to tea, but her companion's toilette had been very hasty.
The fly was as fragrant as a flower show when they drove away. She buried her fair face in the blossoms he had given to her. It's permissible, but it may stir the man's imagination. It stirred Conrad's; he had rarely wanted a kiss from a woman so much. In the scented dusk, as their gaze met, her eyes were luminous—like stars.
The fly rattled into Corporation Road, and he wondered whether she was going to ask him if he would 'come in.' The fly stopped.
"Au revoir," he said. "Victoria Hall? I have the name right?"
"Won't you come and help us put the flowers in water?" she suggested.
It was of interest to see her without a hat. When she took off her coat he was captivated. He stayed about ten minutes, and the other girl didn't go out of the room. Both went to the door with him when he left.
"Eight o'clock, then?" he said.
"Eight o'clock."