You'll stay, Davilof ?" "I think not, thanks.

I'm dining out"-- with a glance at his watch.

"And I shan't have too much time to get home and change as it is." Magda held out her hand.
"Good-bye, then.

Thank you for keeping me company till Gillian came." There was a sudden sweetness of gratitude in the glance she threw at him which fired his blood.

He caught her hand and carried it to his lips.
"The thanks are mine," he said in a stifled voice.