"Didn't I see you lunching here with him the other day ?" She looked across the table, towards where Phipps was sitting hand in hand with a young lady in blue, and apparently being very entertaining.
Miss Flossie caught a glimpse of Wingate's expression.
"You don't like Mr.Phipps," she said.

"You don't think I ought to lunch with him." "I shouldn't if I were a young lady like you, whose choice must be unlimited," Wingate replied.
"How do you know that it is unlimited ?" she demanded.

"Perhaps just the people whom I would like to lunch with don't ask me." "They need encouragement," he suggested.
She laughed into his eyes.
"Do you know anything about the men who need encouragement ?" she asked demurely.
He avoided the point and made some casual remark about the changes in London during the last few years.

She sighed sorrowfully.
"It has changed for no one so much as me," she murmured.

"The war--" "You lost friends, I suppose ?" he ventured.
She closed her eyes.
"Don't!" she whispered.