"On Sunday?" she asked as they strolled toward the car.
"Why not come up to the flat to tea on Saturday afternoon?" he suggested, but she shook her head.
"I'd rather not, Ronnie—do you mind? I—well, I don't want to somehow. Am I an awful pig?"
He smiled down on her. "Of course not—oh, damn!"
A girl on a horse had just cantered past. She saw him and lifted her whip to acknowledge his raised hat.
"Who is that?" Evie was more than curious.
"A girl I know," he said suavely. "The daughter of my doctor, and rather a gossip."
"You're ashamed of being seen with me."
"Rubbish!" he laughed. "I am so proud of you that I wish she had stopped, confound her!" He took her hand and smiled into her eyes. "Goodbye, beloved," he breathed.
Evie Colebrook watched the car until it had turned out of sight. It was following the gossiping girl, but she did not care. She went home walking on air.