“Inclined that way, perhaps.”
“Have you known Lord Dreever long?”
“Since a quarter-past twelve last night.”
“Last night!”
“We met at the Savoy, and later on the Embankment. We looked at the river together and told each other the painful stories of our lives, and this morning he called and invited me down here.”
Molly looked at him with frank amusement.
“You must be a very restless sort of person,” she said. “You seem to do a great deal of moving about.”
“I do,” said Jimmy. “I can’t keep still. I’ve got the go-fever, like the man in Kipling’s book.”
“But he was in love.”
“Yes,” said Jimmy; “he was. That’s the bacillus, you know.”