“But—your work——”
“That’s quite all right. I can always fit that in.”
“You shouldn’t. You should fit me in——”
“Nonsense!”
“But I shall have to do that, too, when we begin work——”
“I understand that. When may I see you to-morrow, if you can’t see me this evening?”
“Will you come to tea?”
“Yes, if I can’t come earlier.”
She laughed—a distant, gay little laugh—a new sound from her lips, born quite unexpectedly the day before to surprise them both.
“You make our friendship so easy,” she said. “You quite reverse conditions. I’m happy and grateful that you are coming to tea——”