A malicious suggestion, prompted by some devil of intrigue within her, suddenly rose in her imagination.
"Come and get me after luncheon."
"I thought you said you were lunching with Sassoon," he said suspiciously.
"I am. What of it?—or don't you dare?"
He looked at her fixedly, divining her reason.
"I warned you to beware of me," she said demurely. "I love scenes—dramatic temperament, you know. Think how furious Sassoon will be! Well?"
"What time?" he said, with a snap of his jaws.
"Oh, half past two."