"Oh, thanks, no. I'll walk," she said. "Mr. Braithwaite is coming with me."
Jeannie rose as she spoke, and went out through the French window into the garden.
"Half-past ten, then, Mr. Braithwaite," she said.
Lindfield helped himself to some dish on the side-table.
"Can't stand being called a heathen," he said. "I shall go to church too."
Victor soon strolled out after Jeannie.
"Hang it all, Jeannie!" he said. "I want to go to church with you, and now Tom Lindfield says he is coming. Considering how much—oh, well, never mind."
Jeannie looked hastily round, found they had the garden to themselves, and took his arm.
"How much he has seen of me, and how little you have," she said.
"Quite correct. But it wasn't a difficult guess."