Of Human Bondage
Lieutenant John Blandford
Lieutenant Blandford did not hesitate. His fingers gripped the small, worn, blue leather copy of Of Human Bondage, which was to identify him to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even more rare than love – a friendship for which he would always be grateful.
He saluted and held the book out toward the woman.
"I'm Lieutenant John Blandford, and you, Miss Meynell. I'm so glad you could meet me. May I take you to dinner?"
The woman smiled. "I don't know what this is all about," she answered, "but that young lady in the green suit – the one who just went by – begged me to wear this rose on my coat. She said that if you asked me to go out with you, I should tell you that she's waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was a test."