"I'll go with you, past the porch," he said, "and see you outside the gate."
So they dashed by the group on the veranda, not heeding their chaff and once outside the grounds, Jim said, "Are you sure you want to go alone, Patty?"
"Yes, please, Jim. I want to think a little."
"Oh, you GIRL! you needn't tell ME! some chap's been making love to you!"
"Nonsense!" but Patty's blush belied her words.
"I hope it IS nonsense, Patty, dear. You're too young to have a serious affair yet awhile. Take an old friend's advice and say no this time."
"Of course I shall. Don't worry about me, Jim."
"No, indeed. You've good common sense in that curly golden pate of yours. I'll get out here, and you go along, Patty, and have a nice little maiden meditation all to yourself, and come back fancy free, but don't stay out too late."
Kenerley got out of the car and went back to the house, and Patty drove on alone.
It was just what she wanted, an opportunity to think over what Philip had said. And she was fond of motoring alone, and an experienced driver. She went slowly at first, enjoying the beautiful country with its serene air of Sunday afternoon calm.