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           Theyeachhadawhiskyandsodaandacigaretteandlookedatoneanotherwithfondeyes.

           "He’sasweetlittlething,"shethought.

           Itoccurredtoherthatshewouldgivehimatreat.

           "TheDukeandDuchessofRickabyarecomingtotheplaytonightandwe’regoingtohavesupperattheSavoy.Isupposeyouwouldn’tcome,wouldyou?Iwantamanbadlytomakeafourth."

           "Ifyou’dlikemeto,ofcourseIwill."

           Theheightenedcolouronhischeekstoldherhowexcitedhewastomeetsuchdistinguishedpersons.ShedidnottellhimthattheRickabyswouldgoanywhereforafreemeal.Tomtookbackthepresentsthathehadreturnedtoherrathershyly,buthetookthem.Whenhehadgoneshesatdownatthedressing-tableandhadagoodlookatherself.

           "HowluckyIamthatIcancrywithoutmyeyelidsswelling,"shesaid.Shemassagedthemalittle."Allthesame,whatmugsmenare."

           Shewashappy.Everythingwouldbeallrightnow.Shehadgothimback.Butsomewhere,atthebackofhermindorinthebottomofherheart,wasafeelingofeversoslightcontemptforTombecausehewassuchasimplefool.