“Thank you so much,” she said, not offering him her hand.
“To-morrow, Eris?” he asked.
“I can’t. I’m called for ten o’clock.”
“In the evening, then?”
“I’m dining with Mr. Smull.”
“Could you lunch with me the day after that?”
“I’m sorry.”
A pause: “Are you offended?” he asked in a low voice.
She looked up, slightly shook her head.
“You don’t seem very anxious to see me again,” he added, forcing a smile.