“When?”
I thought a moment.
“On Monday.”
“Not till then?” His voice was full of solicitude.
“I must stay in to-morrow with Mumsie, Mrs. Travers, the day after to-morrow is Sunday; Monday is the first possible day, isn’t it?”
“Where can I meet you?”
“Wherever you suggest.”
“Horace’s, at three.”
“Very well, Horace’s at three o’clock,” I agreed.
“And now good-night.” His arm went about me once more and he kissed me even passionately. I felt all a flutter of emotion; can that have been passion too? I believe I should have been disappointed had he not kissed me.