"I'm awfully busy. It's market-day, you know—and the new stuff's coming in. The Dears will see you off."
"Oh, all right." Alwynne was suddenly subdued. She held out a limp hand.
He disregarded it.
"Do you want me to come?" He spoke more cheerfully.
"One always likes one's friends to see one off," she remarked sedately.
"And meet one?" He glanced at the letter in her hand.
"And meet one. Certainly." Her chin went up. "I hadn't to ask Clare. But you needn't come. Good-bye!"
"Oh, I'm coming—now," he assured her, smiling.
Alwynne's eyebrows went up.
"But it's market-day, you know——"