I couldn't wear it, anyhow.

Let me see you another time." She moved her plump hand in an uncertain way, and he smoothed her wrist.
"I wonder if you wouldn't like to go around to the studio of a friend of mine here in the tower ?" he asked, quite nonchalantly.

"He has such a charming collection of landscapes.

You're interested in pictures, I know.

Your husband has some of the finest." Instantly Aileen understood what was meant--quite by instinct.