"You might come and call for me to-night," she suggested.
Eric shook his head. He was shy of entering a house to which he had not been officially admitted, confronting a strange butler, being pushed into a room to wait for her, meeting and explaining himself to Lord Crawleigh or one of the brothers, who would look superciliously at "Babs' latest capture."…
"I'll meet you at Mrs. Shelley's," he said.
The hand was withdrawn, and he could see her biting her lip.
"I'm sorry," she murmured.
"There's no need to be."
"I was apologizing to myself—for giving you another opportunity of refusing something I asked you to do for me."
Eric walked back to his flat, puzzled and irritated. The girl was intolerably spoiled; nothing that you did was right, there was altogether too much wear and tear in trying to adapt yourself to her moods.…
Even if you wanted to.…