"Come in!" he called. "I was told there was no one at home, but methinks I know the step and the rustle."
"Don't look round," I said sharply. "I'm not dressed."
"Can't you stay a few minutes?"
"Certainly not."
"If I don't look?"
Well, it seemed silly to run. I was more covered up than I'd been the night before in my ball gown. Besides, it had occurred to me that Henry could be useful if he would. A sort of plan had popped into my head. Inspiration, I called it then.
"Pretty nice last night, wasn't it?" he asked, talking to the fireplace. "You looked some person, Kit, believe me."
"Considering that I've spent nineteen years getting ready, it should have gone off rather well."
"I suppose I'll never see you any more."
"This looks like it! Why?"