“Are you in town?”
“For a few days. Getting rid of cobwebs.”
“I’d lend you quite a nice broom, if you could find time to come and see me. Besides, I do want to hear about my beloved Polly.”
“I shall be delighted,” said Olifant.
They arranged that he should come to tea at the flat the following day.
“And if so famous a person as Mr. Triona would honour me, too?”
“Dare I?” he asked.
“It’s on the fifth floor, but there’s a lift.”
She saw Mauregard hurrying up. With a “Four-thirty, then,” and a smile of adieu, she turned and joined Mauregard.
“Shall we go on to Percy’s?” asked the young Frenchman, standing at the door of the brougham.