He got up again, and carried a little cold-cream pot with him.
“Oh, thank you!” She took the pot and gazed at its label, with raised eyebrows.
“It’s a has-been,” he said hastily. “I’m a bit of an engineer. Everything comes in useful.”
“Oh—thanks frightfully.” She helped herself.
“Honoured and delighted.” He remained standing over her.
She looked up.
“Anything I can do for you, now?”
“Yes, if you would. When you came here you said something about Carlton Hotel.”
“Oh, that was a poor attempt at wit.”
Danby’s hand went up to his tie. It was extraordinary how nervous he felt these days.