She was biting an olive with firm white teeth.
"After hours," she reassured him.

"Susan and I are going to talk a little nonsense after the day's work.

You may join in if you can unbend so far.

We shall probably eat more than is good for us--I had a cup of coffee for lunch--and if you decide to be magnificent and offer us wine, we shall drink it and talk more nonsense than ever." He called for the wine list.
"I thought we were going to discuss the effect of Grecian philosophy upon the Roman system of government." She shook her head.
"You're a long way out," she declared, "Our conversation will skirt the edges of many subjects.

We shall speak of the Russian Ballet, Susan and I will exchange a few whispered confidences about our admirers, we shall discuss even one who comes in and goes out, with subtle references to their clothes and morals, and when you and I are left alone we may even indulge in the wholesome, sentimental exercise of a little flirtation." "There you have me," he confessed.