“Are you sure you can spare it?”
“Oh, rather.”
Nelly’s eyes shone in the light of the lamp.
“I’ve never met anyone like you before. I don’t know how …”
Freddie shuffled nervously. Being thanked always made him feel pretty rotten.
“Well, I think I’ll be popping,” he said. “Got to get back and dress and all that. Awfully glad to have seen you, and all that sort of rot.”
Nelly unlocked the door with her latchkey, and stood on the step.
“I’ll buy a fur-wrap,” she said, half to herself.
“Great wheeze! I should!”
“And some nuts for Bill!”