"Never a favourite of mine—even before this," Andy pronounced, rather ponderously.
She shot a side glance at him. "I believe you thought she beat me!"
"I think I thought that sometimes you'd sooner she had done that than stand there smiling."
"Oh, you're prejudiced! She wasn't unkind; and in this thing, you see, I know her temptation. Surely that ought to bring sympathy? Tell me—you saw her off—well—how?" She spoke in jerks, now seeming agitated.
"Very calm—quite her own mistress—seeming to know what her job was. Confound it, Miss Wellgood, I'd sooner not talk about her any more!"
"Shall you see Harry?"
"I don't want to till—till things have settled down a bit. I shall write about what you've said."
"About part of what I've said," she reminded him. "You've convinced me about that."
Andy rose again, and this time she did not seek to hinder him.
"I'm off to town to-morrow; back to work." He paused a moment, then added, "If I get down for a week-end, may I come and see you?"