"Never to my knowledge." The General drew himself up stiffly. "You mistake me. It's the first time I've had the pleasure."
The two tall men stood glooming at each other. Tabs had it on the tip of his tongue to say something more, but glanced at Terry and thought bet
ter of it. Instead he addressed her, "Do I drive you home?"
The General interrupted. "It'll be out of your way. I'm going right past Miss Beddow's house."
For the first time since they had been introduced Terry came between their hostility. "How did you know where Lord Taborley lived and that it would be out of his way? You said that this was the first time you had met him."
Tabs refused to make her the witness of a quarrel. "Since General Braithwaite knows where I live, perhaps he will call and explain that to me later. I can't keep my cab waiting longer—are you riding with me, Terry?"
She avoided his eyes. "With the General." And then, "You won't forget that you're dining to-night with father?"
"To-night. At seven-thirty, I suppose, as usual?"
"At seven-thirty."
He raised his hat. As he drove away he felt compelled to look back just once to assure himself. He caught the General's features in full sunlight; he had not been mistaken.