"Oh, yes, you will."
"If you're so afraid of being compromised——"
"You are coming to-morrow."
She was silent; and, if it had been day-light, I would have staked my life that she was pouting suitably.
"You used to say that to-morrow was a very long way off," she remarked irrelevantly.
Grayle's voice became authoritative.
"You are coming to-morrow, Sonia."
No doubt it was the old small change of flirtation which had exasperated Bertrand, and I had already been made to hear more than I relished. Stepping into the circle of dim light, I bade her good evening and asked Grayle if he had finished with his taxi.
"Hul-lo! I didn't know you were back in England!" she cried. "Have you been calling? I wish I'd known. You've got to come back now."