“Well, then, my dear girl, that’s settled. Don’t make anymore objections. You go up to town tomorrow. I’ll say I’m running over to Ipswich to stay with a pal for a night or two. You wire from London that you can’t get back. And who’s to know of that charming little dinner at my flat? You won’t regret it, I can promise you.”
Bro you are snooping.
