"My dear Jack," she said, softly, "what a bore I am! Let's
forget tedious things--and enjoy ourselves." She leaned
towards him caressingly with an air of concern and reproach.
The action was not without effect. Her soothing voice, her
smile, her almost affectionate gesture, each carried weight.
With a swift return of assurance he responded to her tone.
"Right!" he said. "Right! We will enjoy ourselves!" He
laughed quickly, and again with a conscious movement lifted
his hand to his muffler.
"Then we'll postpone the advice?" Lillian laughed, too.
"Yes. Right! We'll postpone it." The word pleased him and
he caught at it. "We won't bother about it now, but we won't
shelve it altogether. We'll postpone it."
"Exactly." She settled herself more comfortably. "You'll dine
with me one night--and we can talk it out then. I see so
little of you nowadays," she added, in a lower voice.
"My dear girl, you're unfair!" Chilcote's spirits had risen;
he spoke rapidly, almost pleasantly. "It isn't I who keep
away--it's the stupid affairs of the world that keep me.
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