Joan Whitworth was the first to break the dangerous silence.
"I am afraid that up till now, what I have liked, I have liked tremendously, but I have not always liked it for very long.

You will remember that in pity, won't you ?" she said lightly.
Harry Luttrell was quick to catch her tone.
"I shall remember it with considerable apprehension if I am fortunate enough ever to get into your good books." His little speech ended with a gasp.

The letter which he was holding carelessly in his fingers had almost slipped from them into the locked letter box.
Joan crossed to where he stood.
"That's all right," she said.

"You can post your letter there.

The box is cleared regularly." "No doubt," Harry Luttrell returned.