Before the end of the evening Aylmer had arranged to take the Ottleys to see a play that was having a run. After this he dropped in to tea to discuss it and Bruce kept him to dinner. Day after day went on, and they saw him continually. He had never shown by word or manner any more of his sentiment than on the second occasion when they had met but Edith was growing thoroughly accustomed to this new interest, and it certainly gave a zest to her existence, for she knew, as women do know, or at any rate she believed, that she had an attraction for him, which he didn't intend to give away. The situation was pleasant and notwithstanding Vincy's slight anxiety, she persisted in seeing nothing in it to fear in any way. Aylmer didn't even flirt. One day, at Vincy's rooms, she thought he seemed different. Vincy, with all his gentle manner, had in art an extraordinary taste for brutality and violence, and his rooms were covered with pictures by Futurists and Cubists, wild studies by wild men from Tahiti and a curious collection of savage ornaments and weapons. 'I don't quite see Vincy handling that double-edged Chinese sword, do you? said Aylmer, laughing. 'No, nor do I; but I do like to look at it,' Vincy said. They went into the little dining-room, which was curiously furnished with a green marble dining-table, narrow, as in the pictures of the Last Supper, at which the guests could sit on one side only to be waited on from the other. On it as decoration (it was laid for two, side by side) were some curious straw mats, a few laurel leaves, a little marble statuette of Pan, and three Tangerine oranges. 'Oh, Vincy, do tell me--what are you going to eat tonight?' Edith exclaimed. 'Unless you're with other people I can never imagine you sitting down to a proper meal.' Eat? Oh a nice orange, I think,' said he. Sometimes when I'm alone I just have a nice egg and a glass of water, I do myself very well. Don't worry about me, Edith.' When they were alone for a moment Aylmer looked out of the window. It was rather high up, and they looked down on the hustling crowds of people pushing along through the warm air in Victoria Street. 'It's getting decent weather,' he said. 'Yes, quite warm.' They always suddenly talked commonplaces when they were first left alone. 'I may be going away pretty soon,' he said. 'Going away! Oh, where?' 'I'm not quite sure yet.' There was a pause. 'Well, you'll come to tea tomorrow, won't you? said Edith. 'Yes, indeed, thank you--thank you so much. I shall look forward to it. At five?' He spoke formally. 'At four,' said Edith. 'I shall be lunching not very far from you tomorrow.' 'At a quarter to four,' said Edith. 'I wonder who this other place is laid for,' said Aylmer, looking at the table. 'How indiscreet of you! So do I. One must find out.' 'How? By asking?' 'Good heavens, no!' cried Edith. 'What an extraordinary idea!' CHAPTER X Shopping Chez Soi