Having written a note and changed to his dinner jacket he rejoined them in the drawing-room. Barbara held out her hand to Letty, with a briskness indicating relief.
“So glad we had our drive. I shall come soon again. I wish it could be to-morrow, but my aunt will be using the car.”
“There’s my car,” Allerton suggested.
“Oh, so there is.” Barbara took this proposal as a matter of course. “Then we’ll say to-morrow. I’ll call up Eugene and tell him when to come for me.”
With Allerton beside her, and driving down Fifth 246 Avenue, she said: “I see how to do it, Rash. You must leave it to me.”
He replied in the tone of a child threatened with the loss of his rôle in a game. “I can’t leave it to you altogether.”
“Then leave it to me as much as you can. I see what to do and you don’t. Furthermore, I know just how to do it.”
“You’re wonderful, Barbe,” he said, humbly.
“I’m wonderful so long as you don’t interfere with me.”
“Oh, well, I shan’t do that.”