Miss Flossie Lane stood there, very becomingly dressed in a tailor-made costume of covert coating.

She wore a hat with yellow buttercups, and she had shown a certain reticence as regards cosmetics which amounted to a tacit acknowledgment of his prejudices.
"Miss Lane!" he exclaimed.
She looked at him with wide-open eyes.
"But you were expecting me, weren't you ?" she asked.

"I remembered your inviting me quite well, but I couldn't remember where you said, so I thought I'd better come and fetch you.

I haven't done wrong, have I ?" "Most certainly not," Wingate replied.

"Come in, please.