“Mr. Quiltan—at once!” he said to the servant who opened the door.
“Well?” said Quiltan.
“You’re in love with Eve?”
“Yes.”
“Will you run away with her—now?”
“Now?”
“At once. Go and make love to her. Don’t be frightened, it will be quite easy. She knows. Then take her away.”
“But I don’t understand.”
“Have you got a car?”
“Yes.”