“I think I will. You’re frank—unconventional; some one like you I’ve been looking for. I couldn’t sleep tonight—couldn’t go to bed.”
The smile came again—went—and was replaced by an expression of perplexity. It was not the conversational formula to which she was accustomed.
“Well, don’t let’s hang about, anyway,” she said. “There’s sure to be a cab in Waterloo Place. Come on.”
“D’you live far from here, then? It would be jollier to walk, don’t you think?”
She had heard that phrase before, on the lips of economists, and the business side of her nature sprang to action.
“If you’ve no money—better say so.”
“I’ve plenty of money.”
“What do you call plenty?”
“Don’t let’s talk money. People never speak of anything else.”
“I’m beginning to think you know a thing or two.”