He started “ The Rosary ” again, and stubbed his finger on a semiquaver.
“Bertie,” he said, “you ought never to have brought me here. I must go away.”
“Go away? Don’t talk such rot. This is the best thing that could have happened. It’s a most amazing bit of luck, her being down here. This is where you come out strong.”
“She cut me.”
“Never mind. Be a sportsman. Have another dash at her.”
“She looked clean through me.”
“Well, don’t mind that. Stick at it. Now, having got her down here, what you want,” I said, “is to place her under some obligation to you. What you want is to get her timidly thanking you. What you want—”
“What’s she going