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And I'm dying to see you.
Don't you understand?"
Further lies. "Look here," said Benham, "can you come and have a
talk in Kensington Gardens? You know the place, near that Chinese
garden. Paddington Gate. . . ."
The lady's voice fell to flatness. She agreed. "But why not come
to see me HERE?" she asked.
Benham hung up the receiver abruptly.
He walked slowly back to his study. "Phew!" he whispered to
himself. It was like hitting her in the face. He didn't want to be
a brute, but short of being a brute there was no way out for him
from this entanglement. Why, oh! why the devil had he gone there to
lunch? . . .
He resumed his examination of the waiting letters with a ruffled
mind. The most urgent thing about them was the clear evidence of
gathering anger on the part of his mother. He had missed a lunch
party at Sir Godfrey's on Tuesday and a dinner engagement at Philip
Magnet's, quite an important dinner in its way, with various
promising young Liberals, on Wednesday evening. And she was furious
at "this stupid mystery.


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