"What would that nice serious girl you're going to marry say if she heard of our outing?"
"I haven't received the news of my engagement yet."
"Irene says you're certain to marry her."
"Well, at any rate she doesn't say I've done it yet, does she?"
"No," admitted Ora, smiling.
"And that's the point, isn't it? Will you come on Sunday?"
Sunday had looked rather grey; there was nothing but a lunch party, to meet a Dean who thought that the stage might be made an engine for good, and therefore wished to be introduced to Miss Pinsent. Oh, and there was a dinner to celebrate somebody's birthday—she had forgotten whose. Yes, Sunday was quite a free day. The sun shone here; it would shine merrily in the country. In short she wanted to go.
"Oh, well, I don't mind trying to prevent you being bored for just one day," she said, with her eyes merry and mocking.
"That's very kind of you," observed Ashley in a composed tone. "I'll call for you at eleven and carry you off."
"Where to?"