"Yes, but——"
"I know what you're going to say—that every one has to live somewhere. I have a place all right—my old place."
"Shall I tell Prentys to drive you there?"
He shook his head and thrust out his long legs, throwing his weight more heavily against the cushions. "Not unless you didn't read my letter."
Her habitual sunniness clouded. "Tabs, you're trying to be beastly. If I hadn't read it, I shouldn't have known to have met you, or when, or where."
"Then you remember that it reminded you of——"
She cut him short, glancing furtively at the girl at the wheel to see whether she had been listening. "I don't forget easily. Where do you want to go? Would a run into the country suit you?"
"Excellently."
"In what direction?"