“Yes,” said Huckaby.
She put out her hand frankly.
“Good-bye.”
He accompanied her to the front door.
“Can I get you a taxi?”
“Lord, no. When I’m a lady you can. I’ll walk till I find one.”
Clementina sped to Romney Place with shining eyes, and a smile lurking at the corners of her lips. The first thing she did on arrival was to rush down to the telephone.
“Is that you, Ephraim?”
“Yes,” came the answer.
“I’ve changed my mind, and I’m coming to your dinner-party.”