"I'm walking your way," said Evan, who seemed to bear no malice.
"How delightful!"
"Not the least. I'm driving."
"A mere schoolboy score!"
"How stupid of me! You haven't had time to forget them."
"Oh, take her away," said Mrs. Dennison, and they disappeared in a fire of retorts, happy, or happy enough for happy people, and probably Evan drove with the lady after all.
Mrs. Dennison walked towards where her husband and Ruston sat on a sofa in talk.
"What are you two conspiring about?" she asked.
"Ruston had something to say to me about business."