“You will tell me if she says anything about me?” she added hurriedly under her breath.
“Of course I will. Shall I see you to-morrow?”
“Do. I shall be shopping in Bond Street in the morning. Why not meet me at Asprey’s at twelve?”
“I will. By the way, Captain Preston inquired for you this morning, when I met him in Regent Street.”
“Captain Preston?” Mrs. Mervyn-Robertson repeated with a puzzled look. “Who is he? I seem to remember the name.”
“Don’t you recollect my introducing him to you about nine months ago? We all had lunch together at the Ritz—Louie was there, and Mrs. Hartsilver and Yootha Hagerston, and afterwards we went on to your house to play bridge and listen to music, and so on.”
“Of course, now I remember perfectly. A deadly dull person, wasn’t he?”
“He had been badly wounded and was only just out of hospital. You will find him less dull now, I think.”
“Possibly, but I am not very anxious to renew the acquaintanceship. He is one of the people one prefers to drop.”
“He wouldn’t like to hear that,” La Planta answered with a laugh. “It struck me he was greatly attracted by you that day, but tried not to show it.”