“There, you see! What the dickens was the good of my asking?”
“If you knew what I did I suppose you’d never speak to me again.”
“All right. Keep it dark then, please.”
“For one tiling, I met—No, I won’t.”
“I never asked you to, you know.”
They walked on a little way in silence.
“Met young Sutton at lunch,” observed Calder. “He’s been rusticating with some relations of old Van Merceron’s. They’ve got a nice place apparently.”
“I particularly dislike Mr. Sutton.”
“All right. He sha’n’t come when we’re married. Eh? What?”
“I didn’t speak,” said Miss Glyn, who had certainly done something.