Leo Ulford stretched out his long legs slowly, his type’s way of purring.
“I’d rather have gone on yarning with you.”
“Then you did have a talk! She was at my house to-night, looking quite delicious. You know she’s conquered London?”
“That sort’s up to every move on the board.”
“What do you mean? What board?”
She looked at him with innocent inquiry.
“I wish men didn’t know so much,” she added; with a sort of soft vexation. “You have so many opportunities of acquiring knowledge and we so few—if we respect the convenances.”
“Miss Schley wouldn’t respect ‘em.”
He chuckled, and again drew up and then stretched out his legs, slowly and luxuriously.
“How can you know?”