I'm sorry.

I am a damned fool, Julie!" She laughed in the darkness.

"I've known worse, Peter," she said, and was gone.
* * * * * Next day Julie was in her most provocative of moods.

Peter, eminently respectable in his best tunic, waited ten minutes for her outside the Nouvelles Galleries, and, like most men in his condition, considered that she was never coming, and that he was the cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
When she did come, she was not apparently aware that she was late.

She ran her eyes over him, and gave a pretended gasp of surprise.