Vallon shrugged his shoulders. He sat in the big leather arm-chair on one side of the fireplace. He put the glass to his mouth and looked at her over the rim.
He said: "Even I can be surprised sometimes. First of all I thought you'd be annoyed; that you might not like my coming."
"You mean you thought you wouldn't get such a friendly reception? Why?"
He shrugged his shoulders again. "I've always been taught to believe that you shouldn't kiss and tell or kiss and cone back too quickly. Sometimes women prefer to forget... some incidents in their lives."
She moved a little. She put one white arm on the mantelpiece. Her smile deepened. "So you consider yourself an incident, Johnny? In other words you think that I make a practice of 'incidents'?" She shook her head. "I'm not like that. Perh
