"Don't worry. You're not."
"I suppose they think I am doing it to please you? Very likely they think I'm trying to catch you," she said, chuckling.
He looked at her drolly: "Well, you've caught me. You are a perfect nuisance, Fred, but you do serve to kill time."
She slipped down from the table, her high-heeled, low-cut shoes clicking sharply on the floor, and, going over to the window, peered down into the cañon of the street. Zip scrabbled up, leaped the length of his leash, jumped, pounced, then put his nose on the floor between his paws and wagged his hindquarters. "No, sir!" she told him, "not yet!" And he crouched down again, patiently curling a furtive tongue over the toe of her shoe. "Howard was to come round for me in his car at four," she said. "Zip! Stop licking my shine off! I hate unpunctual people." Coming back to her caller, she fumbled in the pocket of her coat for her cigarette-case. "Have one?"
He helped himself and approved the quality.
"I offered Mr. Tait one," she said, "and his hair began to curl!"
"My hair is perfectly straight."
"That's the beauty of you. Yet Tête-à-tête couldn't have given a reason for his horror, to save his life."
"I could."
She was plainly disappointed in him. "I thought better of you than that! There's no 'right' or 'wrong' about it."