When would you like to have dinner ?' 'I never care to alter the hours.

Of course I shall be back at the usual time.

Shall _you_ be ?' 'Oh yes--long before dinner.' So she got away without any explanation.

At a quarter to four she reached the block of flats in which the Bevises (and Everard Barfoot) resided.

With a fluttering of the heart, she went very quietly upstairs, as if anxious that her footsteps should not be heard; her knock at the door was timid.
Bevis in person opened to her.
'Delighted! I thought it _might_ be--' She entered, and walked into the first room, where she had been once before.