“The thrill is terrific,” he agreed solemnly. “I frequently frighten myself into a fit with it.”
“Do you?” Again there was the faint trace of real interest.
Georgia put her arm through Campion’s, an unself-conscious gesture designed to attract his attention, which it did.
“Why did you come to see this dress show?”
He felt her shaking a little as she clung to him.
“I wanted to meet you,” he said truthfully. “I wanted to talk to you.”
“About Richard? I’ll tell you anything I know. I want to talk about him.”
While there was no doubt about her sincerity there was a suggestion of daring in her manner, an awareness of danger without the comprehension of it, which gave him his first real insight into her essential character and incidentally half startled the life out of him.
“You said he
