Sometimes I lend it to a friend.

I am one of those domestic people," he added with a smile, "who like to have a home of some sort to come to at the end of a journey." "You're much too nice to live alone," she ventured.
"Well, you see, your sex has decreed that I shall up to the present," he remarked.

"Here come the cocktails.

I hope that yours won't be too dry.
Where will you lunch--the restaurant or the grillroom ?" "The grillroom," she decided, after a moment's reflection.

"We can go and sit out in the foyer afterwards and have our coffee." The cocktails and Wingate's choice of a table were alike approved.
Wingate himself, as soon as he had recovered from the bland assurance with which his guest had manufactured her invitation, devoted himself with a somewhat hard light in his eyes to the task of entertaining her.
The whole gamut of her attractions was let loose for his benefit.