When we were drinking our coffee I discovered, with a start, that I was beginning to think that I was a bit of a so-and-so to be making use of this woman; that I might easily be putting her in a spot that was very dangerous. I smiled inwardly. The idea of me considering anything or anybody except the job in hand was amusing. In a minute, I told myself, I should be falling in love! I must say the idea was funny. I wondered what the hell the Old Man would say about that!
She went at ten-fifteen. The doorman got her a cab and I stood on the pavement outside the Berkeley with my foot on the running board looking at her through the open window. We looked at each other for quite a bit.
She said, suddenly and rather breathlessly, I thought: "You're a bit of a bastard, aren't you, Michael dear?
