'I'd rather have a drink." I 504 I Inheritance *^Good. So would I." They walked without speaking into the Oak Room, and when itiey were seated in the bar Leni studied the room as if she had never seen it before. Ben admired her sleek, angular elegance, the perfect bow of her silk blouse, the way she contained her emotions—embarrassment or anger? he wondered—the only sign of them the flush across her high, prominent cheekbones. "Vodka and tonic?" he asked. She smiled faintly at his remembering. *Thank you." They were silent again until their drinks were before them. •*I suppose you think you've done a good deed," Leni said. "I don't know," he said frankly. "I didn't think about it." *Then think about it now.'* "All right." He contemplated her. "I don't suppose this was a first. You want me to think about it? That won't take long. I ftdsk it's a goddam shame that a very classy lady makes her body a playground for— '* j Her drink splashed onto the table.
