'All.'
Jane coughed.
'Before beginning,' she said, 'do not forget that I know every one of your female relatives by sight.'
'I don't want to talk about my female relatives.'
'I thought you were going to say that she was one of them—an aunt or something.'
'Nothing of the kind. She was a revue star. You probably saw her in a piece called Toot-Toot.'
'And that is your idea of an explanation!'
Frederick raised his hand for silence. Realizing that she could not see it, he lowered it again.
'Jane,' he said in a low, throbbing voice, 'can you cast your mind back to a morning in the spring when we walked, you and I, in Kensington Gardens? The sun shone brightly, the sky was a limpid blue flecked with fleecy clouds, and from the west there blew a gentle breeze....'
'If you think you can melt me with that sort of....'