“What’s the matter with his honour? Looks all right to me....”
“But he’s going South in the morning!”
“He mustn’t go!” snapped Masters. “That’ll be your job. We must give her one more chance ... one more piqure. It’s essential that he shouldn’t go to-morrow. You must prevent him.”
“I’ll try,” I said “But....”
“But surely he won’t want to go!”
“Oh, he won’t want to go....”
Masters stared at me thoughtfully. “Um,” he said. “Um.”
“Of course,” I said, “you never know....”
“Well,” said Masters, “now she’s seen him once she’ll expect to see him again. It’s only natural.”
“Of course,” I said. “Naturally....”