"You're kind, but you're rather depressing, Gillie," said Val. She looked a little frightened, but very pretty.
"When do you go back to the country?"
"Oh, to-day. We're there now. We only came up for the dance. We're motoring down to the Green Gate.... All of us."
"Oh yes.... I'm afraid you must think me very impertinent."
"Indeed I don't."
"And when I've gone you will give orders that you're never at home to me again. But, somehow, I couldn't help it. If it makes you hate me to remember what I've said, forget it."
She laughed as he rose to go.
"That's all right, Gillie; but what I want to know is, where you're really going."
"I'll tell you, exactly. I'm going home to lunch, because I've an urgent appointment immediately afterwards."
"More plays, I suppose? What sort this time?"