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She shot the Professor a cross look. “I haven’t—she left her scarf in the restaurant, and she wants it this minute.”

“Do I detect a slight vexation? Where is your sunny disposition, Jenny Wren? Snappish, and no gratitude for your rescue, either,” he said.

She made an effort to work her way around him. “Well, I haven’t had the time….”

“To express your deep obligation to me? But this will take very little time, my dear.”

The Professor had kissed her soundly before she could dodge him, and then disconcerted her utterly by standing aside without another word, to let her pass.

Jenny lingered unnecessarily in the restaurant so that he would have already left by the time she went back, and she was quite put out to find that that was exactly what he had done.