I'm only going to make a suggestion." "What is it ?" "My rooms are in Regent Street--" "I know; I looked up the number the other day in the _Who's Who ?_ after we'd had lunch." "Was that to know if I'd told the truth ?" He held her eyes for the answer as you put your metal in the vice.
"No, of course not! How could you think I'd dream of such a thing ?" "Many women might." "I certainly shouldn't." A look of tenderness as it passed across his face freed her.

She turned her eyes away.

He was finding her so absolutely a child, and on the moment paused.

There is a moment when a pause holds possibility laden full in its two hands.

He let it slip by--it rode off like a feather on the wind.