She said: "All right. Perhaps your porter can get me a cab."
I said: "In a minute. But this isn't quite satisfactory, is it?"
She looked at me with her eyebrows raised. She said: "What do you mean by that?"
I grinned at her.
I said: "You ought to know that you were the cause of my spraining my ankle...."
She looked very astonished. She asked: "Whatever do you mean?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "You know how it is," I said. I looked straight into her eyes and smiled at her. I put every goddamned thing I've got into that smile. "Every man has an ideal woman in his head. You know what I mean— a sort of mental picture that he carries about with him. But he never expects actually to meet the lady. Well... I did. And when I saw you and realised that you were the woman I'd been thinking about
