“Do you? Why?” she inquired.
“Can’t you guess why?”
“Our charity to our sister women?”
She was smiling now.
“You teach me such a lot,” he said.
He drank his Kummel.
“I always learn something when I talk to a woman. I’ve learnt something from you.”
Lady Holme did not ask him what it was. She saw that he was now more intent on her than he had been on Miss Schley, and she got up to go, feeling more cheerful than she had since she left the atelier of “Cupido.”
“Don’t go.”
“I must.”