He put her cloak about her shoulders. "Will you meet me at the suspension bridge over the lake in St. James's Park to-morrow at eleven?..."
"That's awfully early, Paddy, and St. James's Park is such a long way from everywhere. Couldn't you come to lunch? Jimphy'll be glad to see you. He seems to like you for some reason!"
"I want to talk to you alone, and we're not likely to be disturbed in St. James's Park. You must come, Cecily!"
"Oh, all right," she answered. "But I shan't be there before twelve. You can take me to lunch somewhere...."
"Very well," he said. "I'll be at the bridge at twelve, and I'll wait for you ... only, come as soon as you can, Cecily!"
"I can't think why you want to behave like this, Paddy. It's so melodramatic. Gilbert was just the same!..."
He felt that he could hit her when she said that, and he turned away from her so quickly that her cloak slipped from her shoulders.
"I beg your pardon!" he answered, turning again and picking the cloak from the ground.
"You're so ... so selfish," she said. "You want everything to be just as you like it. You're just like Gilbert ... where is Gilbert?... I must say good-night to him ... and that nice girl, Mary. I think it's a very clever play, and she's such a nice girl, too. Oh, Gilbert, there you are! Good-night! I've enjoyed everything so much ... a nice play and a nice supper. Good-night, and do come and see me soon, won't you. Why not come to-morrow with Paddy?..."