“I think perhaps it’s just as well,” he said.
“What is just as well?”
“That I know.”
“Know what?”
“About him. I shan’t ever take the chances of calling on you now.”
She laughed.
“He wouldn’t put you out unless I told him to,” she said. “You needn’t be too afraid of him, you know.”
His face grew a trifle flushed.
“I’m not afraid,” he said, as coldly as it was in him to speak; “but I’ll leave him the field.”
She turned and looked at him.