"I don't think that your experience of my society can be so alluring as all that," he laughed.
"I've never allowed any other man to lecture me as you've done!"
"Ah, but you invited it. You don't want me to come merely for a continuation of the lecture."
"Perhaps it won't be necessary."
Her voice and eyes softened appealingly—and then became charged with perplexity, as Jack gently removed her fingers from his sleeve.
"Another new emotion, Lady Barbara?" he laughed. "You won't easily convince me that I've changed your character in a night."
"You interest me," she murmured, with a puzzled frown.
"Ah, that rang true! But I'm no good at the modern business of discussing people with themselves. A man like Val Arden does that so much better.... Lady Barbara, are you ever going to say good-night to me?"
"In a minute. Will you come to Connie Maitland's Consumptive Hospital matinée after Christmas? It's at the Olympic, and I'm dancing there. I do want you to appreciate me!"
Jack reflected for a moment and then smiled lazily.