Auriole's expression, seemed to go very flat indeed. There was a look of disgust in her eyes.
"What do you want?"
"Maybe we shall call on you for the 'whisper and I shall hear' act.
It'd make a nice variety for Anthony after the shouting."
"You want me to make love to him?"
"Sure. And I'll try and govern my jealousy for a short stretch."
She was silent for a longish while, then she nodded.
"But only as a last resort," she insisted.
"That's a bet. Me and Van'll be trundling along in the Rolls about ninish—care to join us?"
"No, I'll use the two seater."
"Back your fancy. But see here—no back sliding, mind. A hell of a lot hangs on his being made to talk—a hell of a lot," he repeated seriously.