“Why did you do that?”
“What’s the matter?”
He stared at her almost as if fascinated.
“By Jove . . . you look wonderful!”
“I forbid you to touch me like that! I hate being pawed, and you know it.”
He glanced at the pale green paper.
“The sea-green incorruptible!”
He stretched out his hand, but she quickly moved the paper out of his reach.
“Let us dine. You’ve kept me waiting for ages.”
Garstin sent a look to his waiter, and sat down opposite to Miss Van Tuyn with his back to the room.