SHE could have jumped into them. "You!" she cried. "Then it wasn't a dream at all. I saw you last night -- near the Opera."
He teased her with his wry smile. "And I saw you last night at the Opera."
"You were there! Oh -----"
"I was in the gallery. I left because, much as I love Wagner, I love air more. I suffocated."
"Oh, but you might have come to see me," she said, with a pout not at all provocative -- a pout of sincere regret. "It was quite cool down there. In fact" -- she laughed at a memory -- "it was very cool indeed. Too cool."
"I don't follow you," said Senhouse.
"You needn't. Perhaps I'll tell you" -- she looked doubtfully at him, pondering. "I should like to tell you lots of things. Oh, heaps! Everything -- from the beginning. I'm married, you know." He nodded gravely.
"I can see that you are. All well?"
This made her think. "Rather well. But we must talk -- it's obvious. Will you --?" She looked at the carriage and the footman at the door of it.