“Where is it?” he asked, taking his place beside her.
“Anywhere. I was just killing time.”
“And do you mean to say that thought of meeting me actually drove you from one place to another?” The reproach in his voice fed her humility hugely, but she even tilted her head back on the firmness of her neck, and became perverse.
“I was really enjoying my day in town. I like to see New York in midsummer. It is like meeting a woman you have known only superficially, suddenly in negligée. Don’t you think so?”
“I had never thought of it in that way. Maybe my lack of experience puts a damper on my imagination.”
She stopped with admirably feigned compunction.
“I am afraid I am keeping you from an engagement.”
“You are.”
She drew her brows together, puzzled, more hurt than provoked at his candor. “Then please go,” she pleaded. “Was it very important?”
“Essentially so; to me, at least.”