Chapter V

The rest of the evening passed in a dream for Linda. She had never before met a man of the world like Andrew Lincoln, and when he calmly proceeded to monopolise her, with a fine disregard for either her partners or his own, she gave in meekly. He asked innumerable questions about herself; how long she had been at Lorne and Dodwell’s, who were her friends there; what plans she had for the future, and where she lived. Linda answered them all frankly enough; she thought he was kindness itself; she thought he was the h…