'Always like to give these chaps a turn when I can,' he said. It would take longer.
'How kind-hearted you are,' murmured the girl. 'But I'd really rather not, thank you.'
'Then how shall you get back?'
'Walk to the Tube.'
'Oh no; it's far too hot. Let me drop you, as I'm going in your direction.'
He gave her a rather fixed look of admiration, and smiled. She gave a slight look back and got into the cab.
'What ripping red hair,' said Bruce to himself as he followed her.
* * * * *
Before the end of the drive, which for him was a sort of adventure,
Mavis had promised to meet Bruce when she left her Art School next
Tuesday at a certain tea-shop in Bond Street.
Bruce went home happy and in good spirits again. There was no earthly harm in being kind to a poor little girl like this. He might do a great deal of good. She seemed to admire him. She thought him so clever. Funny thing, there was no doubt he had the gift; women liked him, and there you are. Look at Miss Mooney at the Mitchells' the other day, why, she was ever so nice to him; went for him like one o'clock; but he gave her no encouragement. Edith was there. He wouldn't worry her, dear girl.