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Gita glanced at her wrist-watch and sprang to her feet.
"A quarter past one! My old Topper will be wringing his hands. He's served meals on time for fifty years and privately thinks me a disgrace to the Carterets because I hate regular hours and strew my things all over the house. You must come back to lunch with me. I've an excellent cook."