"Of course."
"You will?"
"It isn't much to do in return for all you have done for me."
"Thank you, thank you," said Hamilton Beamish. "I knew, the moment I set eyes on you, that you were a woman in a million. I wonder,—could you possibly come to lunch one day after you return?"
"I'd love it."
"I'll leave you my telephone number."
"Thanks. Give George my regards. I'd like to see him when I get back."
"You shall. Good-bye."
"Good-bye, Mr. Beamish."
"Hamilton."