“Oh,” said Judith shortly, and I was left uncomfortable for another spell of silence.
“It would be very kind, Marcus, to ask me to accompany you,” she said at last.
“Carlotta and myself?”
“Why not?”
“My question arose from the stupidity of surprise,” said I. “I thought you disliked Carlotta.”
“By no means. I should be glad to make her further acquaintance. Any one that interests you must also be interesting to me.”
“In that case,” said I, “your coming will give us both the greatest possible pleasure.”
“I haven’t had a merry evening for ever so long.”
“We will dine somewhere first and have supper afterwards. The whole gamut of merriment. Toute la lyre. And you shall have,” I added, “some of your favourite Veuve Cliquot.”
“It will be charming,” said Judith, politely.