"I may see you at the club later." Heneage smiled a little oddly as he turned away.
"Perhaps," he said.
It was not until they were on their way out that Wrayson realized that she was slipping away from him once more.

Then he took his courage into his hands and spoke boldly.
"I wonder," he said, "if I might be allowed to see you ladies home.

I have something to say to Miss Fitzmaurice," he added simply, turning to the Baroness.
"By all means," she answered graciously, "if you don't mind rather an uncomfortable seat.

We are staying in Battersea.

It seems a long way out, but it is quiet, and Louise and I like it." "In Battersea ?" Wrayson repeated vaguely.
The Baroness looked over her shoulder.