And yes--also--to tell you not to come till half-past eight." She rang off.

Paul thought no more of the matter.

Ever since he had taken his seat in the House he had dined with her alone every Friday evening.

It was their undisturbed hour of intimacy and gladness in the busy week.

Otherwise they rarely met, for Paul was a pariah in her social world.
On the Friday in question his taxi drew up before an unusual-looking house in Berkeley Square.