“Oh, Drummond’s dinner!” she repeated. “You were there, were you?”
He laughed a little impatiently.
“Isn’t that rather a strange question—under the circumstances?” he asked quietly.
Her cheeks flushed a dull red. She felt that there was a hidden meaning under his words. Yet her embarrassment was only a passing thing. She dismissed the whole subject with a little shrug of the shoulders.
“We are both of us trenching upon forbidden ground,” she said. “It was perhaps my fault. You have not forgotten——”
“I have forgotten nothing?” he answered, enigmatically.
Anna hailed a bus. He looked at her reproachfully. The bus however was full. They fell into step again. More than ever a sense of confusion was upon Ennison.
“Last time I saw you,” he reminded her, “you spoke, did you not, of obtaining some employment in London.”
“Quite true,” she answered briskly, “and thanks to you I have succeeded.”
“Thanks to me,” he repeated, puzzled. “I don’t understand.”