“Oh, I've always understood that you were spoiled. I'm partly guilty of the spoiling process, too. Listen: I'll walk with you a little way”—she looked at him—“a little way,” she continued gently; “then I must go. There is only a caretaker in our house and Leila will be furious if I leave her all alone. Besides, we're going to dine there and it won't be very gay if I don't give a few orders first.”
“But you brought your maid?”
“Naturally.”
“Then telephone her that you and Leila are dining out.”
“Where, silly? Do you want us to dine somewhere with you?”
“Want you! You've got to!”
“Stephen, it isn't best.”
“It is best.”
She turned to him impulsively: “Oh, I do want to so much! Do you think I might? It is perfectly delicious to see you again. I—you have no idea—”
“Yes, I have,” he said sternly.