“Yes.”
“So patient with me.”
“I expect he needs to be.”
“The sort of man it’s a treat to work with.”
“If you hurry you’ll be able to work with him all the sooner.”
“Yes,” said Sam; “yes. Er—is there any message I can give him?”
“No, thanks.”
“Ah? Well, then look here,” said Sam, “would you care to come and have lunch somewhere to-day?”
Kay hesitated. Then her eyes fell on those sticking-plastered hands and she melted. After all, when a young man has been displaying great heroism in her service, a girl must do the decent thing.
“I should like to,” she said.