ARABIAN NIGHTS FOR TURGIS 3/5

chair and stared at her with hot pricking eyes.

She looked at herself in the mirror above the fireplace,
humming a little dance tune. Then she turned round,
met his stare with a slight frown, and pointed out again
that he really must go.

He wanted to say all manner of wonderful things to
her? but could not find words for them. He tried to put
them into the look he gave her. "Can I see you to-
morrow?" he said, at last.

"Mmmm?" She pretended to look very thoughtful
"Well, perhaps. What do you want to do?"

"I don't mind what it is so long as I'm with you/' he
assured her, trying to smile, but finding his face all stiff,
so stiff that a smile would crack it. "What would you
like to do? Can't I take you somewhere?"

"Yes. I'll tell you what. I'd like to see that Ronald
Mawlborough talkie, that new one, you know—where is
it? at the Sovereign. Isn't that it—the Sovereign? I be-
lieve it's terribly crowded, so you'd have to book seats,"

"111 do that if you'll only come," said Turgis stoutly,

"All right. We'll go there, then. And you get the
seats, don't forget."

"I shan't forget. What time?"

"Let me see. Oh, I'll meet you just outside at quarter
to eight. I believe that's just before the Ronald Mawl-
borough picture starts, because I looked it up in the
paper, this morning."

"Quarter to eight. All right then. And—I say-
Lena—"

But she pointed to his hat and coat, and when he had
got them on, she took his arm and led him to the door.
"You can tell me all that to-morrow. But just ttl! me
(Ms. Am I nice?"