"Then in disbelieving me you put me on a par with a common liar," she says hotly.
"Oh, no," he replies with his wan smile; "it is one of 'the social lies that warp us from the living truth.'"
They are turning into the Savoy courtyard.
Eleanor alights half pleased, half frightened at her daring.
She feels very strange as she enters the huge restaurant with Carol.
It is a full day, and he points her out several celebrities as they pass to their table.
"This is the one, sir," says the waiter, "for two," removing an engaged card on Eleanor's plate.
"How was the table reserved for us?" she asks Mr. Quinton. "We seemed expected."
"I wired for it this morning," he answered tenderly. "I knew you would be in town, and I meant you to come!"
"It is very wrong of me," she sighs, and her eyes glisten as if washed by still rains under her lashes. "Do you know, I have a calendar in my room, and every morning I pull off a leaf to read the motto. I have just remembered the quotation for to-day."