“Why, neither exactly. I was not in the house at the time. He felt he knew me well enough to walk in.”
“He never told me he had a friend in the neighbourhood.”
“We have not met since we were at school.”
“He had not seen you since he was at school, and yet he felt he knew you well enough to walk in on you!”
“Yes, he just walked in, and then I would not let him go.”
“Men are so queer!” she exclaimed with a little laugh that had a spice of admiration in it, under which Geoffrey writhed. He was sailing under such false colours as her brother’s benefactor.
“We ought to be starting,” he said.
She looked round the room. “I hate to leave all these nice things,” she said. “Billy is so fond of them. There is some wine that some one gave him that he says is really priceless.”
“Leave it,” said Geoffrey shortly.
“One would think you were a teetotaller from that tone. I wonder if I could not take one bottle as a surprise to Billy. He would like to contribute something to your hospitality, I am sure. Besides, if I leave it, it may be stolen.”