Norgate looked from the mirror into her face.

There was a little smile upon his lips, but he said nothing.
"Some day," she said, "not in the restaurant here but when we are alone and have time, I should so much like to talk with you on really serious matters." "There is one serious matter," he assured her, "which I should like to discuss with you now or at any time." She made a little grimace at him.
"Let it be now, then," she suggested, leaning across the table.

"We will leave my sort of serious things for another time.

I am quite certain that I know where your sort is going to lead us.

You are going to make love to me." "Do you mind ?" he asked earnestly.
She became suddenly grave.
"Not yet," she begged.