"How well you look!" he said, involuntarily.
Again she laughed. "That's my prerogative," she responded,
lightly. "But I was serious in being glad to see you.
Sarcastic people are always so intuitive. I'm looking for
some one with intuition."
Chilcote glanced up. "Extravagant again?" he said, dryly.
She smiled at him sweetly. "Jack!" she murmured with slow
reproach.
Chilcote laughed quickly. "I understand. You've changed your
Minister of Finance. I'm wanted in some other direction."
This time her reproach was expressed by a glance. "You are
always wanted," she said.
The words seemed to rouse him again to the shadowy
self-distrust that the sight of her had lifted.
"It's--it's delightful to meet you like this," he began, "and
I wish the meeting wasn't momentary. But I'm--I'm rather
pressed for time. You must let me come round one afternoon
--or evening, when you're alone." He fumbled for a moment
with the collar of his coat, and glanced furtively upward
towards Oxford Street.
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