CHAPTER XIII.
"How this came about I don't even quite know," Tallente remarked, an hour or so later, as he laid down the menu and smiled across the corner table in the little Soho restaurant at his two companions.
"I can tell you exactly," Nora declared.

"You are in town for a few days only, and I want to see as much of you as I can; Susan here is deserting me at nine o'clock to go to a musical comedy; I particularly wanted a sole Georges, and I knew, if Susan and I came here alone, a person whom we neither of us like would come and share our table.
Therefore, I made artless enquiries as to your engagements for the evening.

When I found that you proposed to dine alone in some hidden place rather than run the risk of meeting any of your political acquaintances at the club, I went in for a little mental suggestion." "I see," he murmured.

"Then my invitation wasn't a spontaneous one ?" "Not at all," she agreed.

"I put the idea into your head." "And now that we are here, are you going to stretch me on the rack and delve for my opinions on all sorts of subjects?
is Miss Susan there going to take them down in shorthand on her cuff and you make a report to Dartrey when he comes back to-morrow ?" She laughed at him from underneath her close-fitting, becoming little hat.