"Have you?" Phryne played along, enjoying the lark, as much as she might have the flirt--admittedly that was more true because Jack had finally taken her to bed. "You poor dear. We can't have you living in isolation like that."

She paused and then more brightly, as though she'd just had the idea, said, "Why don't you throw on a scarf and hurry over? I'll order up some tea and pastry and we'll flirt without looking at each other. I'll even put on veil."