"Do you intend to go?"
"Yes. I'd like to hear—her story."
"All right—go. You shall have the car, of course. But there are a few things I'd prefer to tell you myself first."
"I'd rather hear everything from her."
Garth gave a shrug. "Very well. As you please. But you and she both seem to forget dinner-time. You'll be hungry if——"
"I won't be hungry!" cried Marise. "I want to start now."
"I'll see to it for you," said Garth, with that quiet, rather heavy air which irritated Marise sometimes and always puzzled her. For that was one of the things about him which upset her judgment of his character.