"He's been making love to you."
"If you call it making love."
"The old swine!"
As he said it, he felt the words and his own fury fall short of the fantastic quality of Waddington.
"No. He isn't." (Barbara felt it.) "He was simply more funny than you can imagine…. He had on a canary yellow waistcoat."
In spite of his fury he smiled.
"I think he'd bought it for that."
"Oh, Barbara, what he must have looked like!"
"Yes. If only you could have seen him. But that's the worst of all his best things. They only happen when you're alone with him."
"You remember—we wondered whether he'd do it again, whether he'd go one better?"