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           "BecauseI’mlookingforwardtodiningwithyou."

           Withherbeautiful,expressiveeyesshelookeddeepintohis.ShepartedherlipsinthemannerthatshefoundsoseductiveinRomney’sportraitsofLadyHamilton.

           TheydinedattheSavoy.Theheadwaitergavethematableonthegangwaysothattheywereadmirablyinview.Thougheveryonewassupposedtobeoutoftownthegrill-roomwaswellfilled.Juliabowedandsmiledtovariousfriendsofwhomshecaughtsight.Charleshadmuchtotellher;shelistenedtohimwithflatteringinterest.

           "Youarethebestcompanyintheworld,Charles,"shetoldhim.

           Theyhadcomelate,theydinedwell,andbythetimeCharleshadfinishedhisbrandypeoplewerealreadybeginningtocomeinforsupper.

           "Goodgracious,arethetheatresoutalready?"hesaid,glancingathiswatch."HowquicklythetimeflieswhenI’mwithyou.D’youimaginetheywanttogetridofus?"

           "Idon’tfeelabitlikegoingtobed."

           "IsupposeMichaelwillbegettinghomepresently?"

           "Isupposeso."

           "Whydon’tyoucomebacktomyhouseandhaveatalk?"

           Thatwaswhatshecalledtakingacue.

           "I’dloveit,"sheanswered,puttingintohertonetheslightblushwhichshefeltwouldhavewellbecomehercheek.

           TheygotintohiscaranddrovetoHillStreet.Hetookherintohisstudy.Itwasonthegroundfloorandlookedonatinygarden.Thefrenchwindowswerewideopen.Theysatdownonasofa.

           "Putoutsomeofthelightsandletthenightintotheroom,"saidJulia.ShequotedfromTheMerchantofVenice.