“Well, good-night.”
“D’you want to go to bed already?”
“It’s nearly one. I’m not used to late hours these days,” said Philip.
She took his hand and holding it looked into his eyes with a little smile.
“Phil, the other night in that room, when you asked me to come and stay here, I didn’t mean what you thought I meant, when you said you didn’t want me to be anything to you except just to cook and that sort of thing.”
“Didn’t you?” answered Philip, withdrawing his hand. “I did.”
“Don’t be such an old silly,” she laughed.
He shook his head.
“I meant it quite seriously. I shouldn’t have asked you to stay here on any other condition.”
“Why not?”