"Do take that coat off and sit down here!" she begged him.
"I'm waiting to take you home."
"But I'm not going home yet. I'm enjoying myself, I'm happy."
"I'm waiting to take you home," he repeated.
She pouted and glanced up at him through half-closed eyes.
"You don't care whether I'm happy or not. You're soullessly selfish!" She looked round and helped herself to a cigarette; then her hand crept invitingly, with the shy daring of a mouse, along the sofa. "I want a match."
Eric took the cigarette and replaced it in its box.
"Bed-time," he said. "This meeting was not of my contriving, Lady Barbara, and, when you've learned the meaning of words, you'll find that it won't affect your happiness——"
His flow was arrested by a startling gasp.
"Oh, it's no good!" Barbara cried. "You're hopeless, hopeless."