"That's no dick," she said. "I can tell 'em a mile off."
"Then who is she?"
"You'd better ask her. Listen, you go and kid her along and I'll sneak out. Then we can meet somewhere when you're through. It's a shame having to waste this nice supper, but we'll go to a restaurant. Listen, I'll be waiting for you at the Astor."
"But if she's not a dick, why not stay where we are?"
"You don't want people knowing that I'm here, do you? Suppose your boss heard of it, what would he say?"
"That's true. All right, then. Wait for me at the Astor. Though it's kind of a swell place, isn't it?"
"Well, don't you want a swell place to dine at on your wedding-night?"
"You're right."
"I'm always right," said Fanny, giving her husband's cheek a loving pinch. "That's the first thing you've got to get into your head, now you're a married man."
Mullett returned to the sitting-room and switched on the light again. He felt fortified. He opened the window with something of an air.