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"Cocktail?" he enquired.

"I've never tasted one," she confessed. "I think I'd rather not, if you don't mind. I mustn't try too many new experiences in one day."

He ordered one for himself, consulted her taste as to the luncheon and selected some light wine. All the time he was studying her, unobtrusively and in quite friendly fashion.

"Say, are you used to lunching with perfect strangers?" he asked.

"I have never done it before," she assured him, "but then, you see, I have never met a real author who found me a place at five pounds a week and asked me out to lunch as well."

"We are not all to be trusted," he warned her. "Terrible fellows, some of us!"

She smiled into his face. When she smiled, Rosina was very beautiful.

"I should always trust you," she said.

"I hope you always may," he answered, without over-much warmth in his tone. "Rather like putting one on honour, though, isn't it?"

"It is very good for you to be put on honour," she declared.—"What a wonderful omelette! Tell me, have you written many plays?"