She had understood one thing clearly, in this stupendous flurry of egotism—that, as Sassoon had sought to tempt her with the lure of his wealth, Harrigan Blood was seeking to overwhelm her with the brilliancy of his mind. She did not oppose him, seeking flattery, needing fresh proofs of her power, thinking: "If he wants me, Massingale—Massingale, who is so clever and strong—will want me too."
"You lunch with me," he said confidently.
She shook her head. "Previous engagement."
"Where?"
"Tenafly's at one."
"Sassoon?" he said, sitting up with a jerk.
"Yes," she answered, with malice aforethought.
"What—you're going to be caught by that whited sepulcher?"
"And you, Mr. Blood?" she said softly.
"I? I'm loyal!"