"I have no engagements."
"I am glad. It was the only thing I could think of to get rid of him. If you had left me, he would have stayed; if I had gone out by myself, he would have followed. But it was good of you to stand by me like that."
"Not at all. I'm delighted to call on Dean Craven, still more delighted to be of service to you."
"Thank you."
They said no more till, as they came in sight of the Hôtel Metropole, he turned to her with a smile—
"Do you remember Mr. Jackson?"
"Mr. Jackson?—Mr. Jackson?" She shook her head. "Oh yes, of course I do. At Oxford, that night? Whatever put him into your head, of all people?"
"Dean Craven, I suppose. Ridiculous association of ideas."
"Mr. Jackson—I wonder why such people exist."
"So do I. Do you know, I've hated Mr. Jackson with a deadly hatred for the last month."