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Giles took no notice at all of this remark but got out of the car and went round to open Samantha’s door. Halfway up the steps, his hand tucked under her elbow, he stopped to raise an arm in greeting to the house owner, Mr. Cockburn, who was still at his window, at such a late hour. “Does he count you as you come in?” Giles asked with interest.

Samantha, nicely aglow from the excellent claret they had had with their dinner, chuckled. “Don’t be absurd, he’s only keeping a fatherly eye on us. Anyway, he’s interested in the comings and goings. Nothing very exciting happens to him, you see.”

Giles turned her round to face him and put out a large hand to cup her firm little chin. “Well,” he said slowly, “this is hardly exciting, but at least it may brighten his dreams tonight.”

He bent and kissed her, taking his time about it. Giving common sense and wisdom a metaphorical kick, Samantha kissed him back before wishing him a slightly flurried good-night and dashing up the rest of the steps at a fine rate.

She arrived at the apartment door out of breath for more reasons than one.