Empress Hotel, late evening. Del and Isabella
Mrs Greenwich had been very attentive - at first - but in the past twenty minutes had been alternately over affectionate and distant. Del was having to pretend quite hard that he didn't know what and that his boss wasn't across the room with Mr Greenwich.
"Want to dance?" he said in the end. It was mainly ballroom stuff but he could cope with that as long as she didn't expect Fred Astaire. As it turned out, she knew less than he did, so he concentrated on making her look good.