“All right,” he smiled.
On the way back to Pimlico Mildred talked of nothing but Griffiths. She was taken with his good looks, his well-cut clothes, his voice, his gaiety.
“I am glad you like him,” said Philip. “D’you remember you were rather sniffy about meeting him?”
“I think it’s so nice of him to be so fond of you, Philip. He is a nice friend for you to have.”
She put up her face to Philip for him to kiss her. It was a thing she did rarely.
“I have enjoyed myself this evening, Philip. Thank you so much.”
“Don’t be so absurd,” he laughed, touched by her appreciation so that he felt the moisture come to his eyes.
She opened her door and just before she went in, turned again to Philip.
“Tell Harry I’m madly in love with him,” she said.
“All right,” he laughed. “Good-night.”