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 rightly know as how she’d like me coming here after her it might look like spying. And it wasn’t that. (He stops nervously.) You see well, I brought her umbrella.

(at a loss) : Yes?





She’s come home in the car every day this week and it does give the neighbours something to talk about. I did suggest she might stop it at the corner just for the look of the thing. But she didn’t like to ask the chauffeur. Shy-like you know.

(puzzled) : I see.







Why did you come?

(With a sudden boldness) Might I speak to you, miss?

Won’t you sit down?



[He sits, nursing his hat.