"Twenty-one-and-a-half minutes," he said. "Not a record, Nancy, by a long way."
She sat down in the chair which he pulled up, and began to take off her gloves.
"There's one nice thing about you," she answered, looking at him with frank affection, "you never mind people being late, do you?"
"I occasionally make an exception in business hours," said Leslie.
"Oh, business!" She shrugged her pretty shoulders. "I expect you're simply horrid in business, George. I'm sure you bully all those poor people at the garage dreadfully."
Leslie shook his head.
"I leave that to Morton these days. My time's taken up in making them miserable at the works."
The girl laughed.
"I can just see you," she said. "I suppose you stick your chin out and growl at them like you do at me when you're cross?"
"Something the same way," admitted Leslie, "only not quite so violent. You see, they're not often as irritating as you are, Nancy."