"That's a nice run," she agreed. "Yes!"
"We could get back for dinner. Where shall we dine—Pagani's?"
She suggested, also, a supper club to which she belonged. "You'll have to belong, too," she said with enthusiasm. "It's the brightest thing in town. Will you, if I get someone to propose you?"
"Rather!"
He had felt dreadfully at a loose end before that evening, but now, this old intimacy again established, he was, in a restless sort of way, happier. As they drove home, she slid her hand into his pocket like a cunning child and said: "Osborn, I want a fiver awf'ly badly; lend me one." And it was pleasure to him to pull out a handful of money and let her pick out the gold.
"I'll pay you back quite soon," she said, lying; and he replied: "You know you won't, you naughty girl; and you know I don't want you to, either."
She kissed him good night with the facility of her type, in the taxicab as they crossed a dark corner.
"Less lonely now?" she queried.
"I don't care who denies it," said Osborn, "a man's got to have a woman in his life; he's just got to. If one drives him...."
"Poor boy!" she said in her murmurous way.