"Yes," said Molly slowly.
"Well, if you're not using it for the moment," continued Tony, "I'd be awful obliged if you'd lend it to me. If it will really do half of what he said it would it might come in devilish handy."
There was a moment's pause, and then a clatter of footsteps came hurrying down the passage outside, and someone rapped loudly on the door.
"Miss Monk, please," shouted a shrill and penetrating voice.
Molly looked round in the direction of the summons.
"All right, Charles," she called out tranquilly: then turning back she took a momentary glance at herself in the long mirror that hung against the wall.
"I shall be up again in a minute or two, Tony," she said, skilfully smoothing out a disordered ribbon. "Have a cigarette, and don't worry yourself about the pass. That will be quite all right."
"You'll lend it to me?" exclaimed Tony gratefully.
Molly paused on the threshold and looked back at him with a sort of mischievous elation.
"No," she said. "I won't lend it to you; but I'll bring it with me."