"I'll take you to a good one some day."
"Soon?"
"Well, I'm afraid not very soon." He smiled; for the play he thought of taking her to was not yet written; would never be written if many of his evenings were like this. But to Flossie, meditating, his words bore only one interpretation—that Keith was really very much worse off than she had taken him to be.
As they lingered on the doorstep in Tavistock Place, a young man approached them in a deprecating manner from the other side of the street, and took off his hat to Flossie.
"Hallo, Spinks!" said Rickman.
"That you, Razors?" said Spinks.
"It is. What are you doing here?"
"Oh nothing. I was in the neighbourhood, and I thought I'd have a look at the old place."
"Come in, will you? (If they don't come, Flossie, I shall have to use my latch-key.")
"Not to-night, thanks, it's a bit too late. I'd better be going." But he did not go.