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made a face and then went on eating. If Ran thought he was going to draw her, he wasn’t. She finished the last drop, laid down her spoon, and looked up to find that he was doing exactly the same thing. They both laughed.
    â€œ Enfin , Sarah,” said Bertrand Darnac, “you are too bad! I have been here since half past seven, and first I think ‘She will be late, because girls are always late, but she will not be more than half an hour late, because she likes her dinner.’ Oh yes, you do, my dear. That is one reason why I ask you to dine. Those girls who say no to everything—what a bore that is!” He made a quick grimace. “And when I am hungry and could eat everything on the menu! But the girl, she says no to this, and no to that, and no to the other, and then how can I eat my dinner? I must go to bed hungry.”
    â€œWell, you needn’t to-night. I’m not saying no to anything, and if this is an omelette, I’m going to have my fair half of it. What sort of omelette is it, Henri?”
    It was a shrimp omelette, and Henri gave her a good deal more than her fair share of the shrimps.
    â€œAnd now,” she said when he had gone again—“now, my child, you can congratulate me.”
    â€œOn what?”
    Sarah ate a shrimp with crisp enjoyment.
    â€œI’ve got the job— and a rise. And I’m going to buy The Bomb , so you’d better get busy about a new car, because I shall want her at once. In fact I think I’d better just keep her. They want me to go down next week, and she’ll be useful to run about in meanwhile.”
    Bertrand Darnac grinned.
    â€œAnd what do I run about in—meanwhile? Mon Dieu , Sarah, you have the cheek!”
    â€œâ€™M—” said Sarah. “Ran darling, you’re letting your omelette get cold.”
    â€œNever mind about my omelette—I am talking about my Bomb. MY Bomb , Sarah!”
    Sarah shook her head.
    â€œNo, darling— mine . I’m buying her here and now.”
    â€œOh, you are buying her? And what do you pay me, my dear?”
    â€œA fiver?” said Sarah casually. “I say, Ran, if you’re really not going to eat that omelette, I could do with a spot more.”
    â€œThere is nothing doing—I am going to eat it myself. There is also nothing doing about the fiver.”
    â€œNow look here, Ran, you won’t get more than that for her anywhere, but I’ll go to six pounds if you’re really hard up.”
    Mr. Darnac’s mouth was full of omelette. His eyes twinkled impishly and he shook his head.
    Sarah leaned back with a frown.
    â€œSeven?”
    Mr. Darnac shook his head again.
    â€œEight?”
    â€œC’est ridicule!”
    â€œTalk English! That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it? Eight pounds, and that’s my last word.”
    Bertrand smiled amiably at her across his empty plate.
    â€œYou are very amusing.”
    â€œAll right,” said Sarah. She leaned towards him, her eyes wide and candid under dark arched brows. “All right then, ten—and that really is my limit. Nobody will give you more than that. You know that perfectly well. Ten—and we do a show to celebrate it.”
    â€œOh, a show.… And who pays?”
    â€œI do—out of the ten pounds,” said Sarah happily.
    Henri approached with a casserole.
    It was at this moment that Mr. John Brown entered the room. Having followed The Bomb to the garage, he had been obliged to wait outside until Sarah emerged. If he had not done this, he would not have been able to keep track of her further movements. When she did emerge, he let her get a little way ahead and then followed at a crawl. From the corner he was able, with a good deal of relief, to see her go into the Lizard. He then had to turn his car, go back to the garage, and park.
    He entered the Lizard, crossed the floor whilst Sarah was helping herself to poulet aux champignons