At last, after the waiting of despair, came the voice, curiously meek.

"Can you come Friday ?" "With joy and delight." The words gushed out tempestuously.
"Good.

At five o'clock.

And leave your John Bull wisdom on the doorstep." She rang off abruptly, and Paul stood ruminating puzzlewise on the audacious behest.
On Friday he presented himself at her house in Berkeley Square.

He found her gracious, but ironical in attitude, very much on the defensive.