Harry lifted his brows.
"Rules! Oh, those rules!" he said with mock ruefulness.
"Is there any good in breaking them—for nothing?"
He turned quickly towards her. She was smiling at him. "For nothing?"
"Yes. Here we are at the gate. Good-night, Mr. Harry."
"What do you mean by—?"
"I really can't stay any longer." She was doing the mockery now; his eagerness had given her the advantage. "You can think over my meaning—if you like. Good-night!"
Harry said good-night. When he had gone fifty yards he looked back. She was still there, holding the gate half open with her hand, looking along the road. After him? As he went on, his thoughts were not all of Vivien. Isobel Vintry was a puzzling girl!
The next evening he brought Vivien into the drawing-room punctually at ten.
"We're good children to-night!" he said gaily. "We've even said good-night to one another already, and Vivien's ready to run up to bed."