With that sigh, joy came back to Justin.
He dropped into a chair beside her. "What time will you get home to-night?" he asked.
"At eight. Anthony's office hours begin then."
"May I come up?"
"May he, Sophie?"
"It's my bridge night at the club, dear——"
"Oh——"
"Please," Justin pleaded.
Sophie laughed. "Well, Delia shall chaperon you. Of course you may come, Justin."
Justin, signaling Bobbie a moment later, was conscious of a wild desire to shout to the four winds of heaven the fact that for one little hour he was to have his goddess to himself.