“Now then!”
But Garstin still hesitated.
“Sit here!”
She obeyed, and sat down on a sofa with the window behind her.
“I’ll have a smoke.”
“Oh!”
He went to the Spanish cabinet, and stood with his back to her, apparently searching. He lifted things, put them back. She glowed with almost furious impatience. At last he found the cigars. Probably he had never had to seek for them. He lit up.
“Now then—a drink!”
“Oh, Dick!” she breathed.
But she made no other protest.