Am I to blame, I wonder, for asking you to do so unconventional a thing as to lunch here again alone with me ?" She drew off her gloves and smiled across the table at him.

Her plain, tailor-made gown, with its high collar, was the last word in elegance.
The simplicity of her French hat was to prove the despair of a well-known modiste seated downstairs, who made a sketch of it on the menu and tried in vain to copy it.

Even to Nigel's exacting taste she was flawless.
"Is it unconventional ?" she asked carelessly.

"I do not study those things.

I lunch or dine with a party, generally, because it happens so.
I lunch alone with you because it pleases me." "And for this material side of our entertainment ?" he enquired, smiling, as he handed her the menu card.
"A grapefruit, a quail with white grapes, and some asparagus," she replied promptly.