“Blessed word! I am pestered with letters. They tried to get me to manage several of those silly pageants. They don’t understand the Middle Ages, these moderns.”
She wanted to keep to practical things.
“What time shall I go to the Museum?”
He stared.
“I never worry about time—when you like.”
“And how long will you want me here?”
“I never work after five o’clock, except, of course, when I feel creative.”
She stood up, putting her notebook back into her bag.
“Then, shall I start to-morrow?”
“If it pleases you.”