“You want a woman about the house; it was very nearly time I came,” she said, as unflurried as Gordon himself.
He stifled his sigh. The position was embarrassing—other men would have been thrown off their feet and either lost their tempers or behaved in some way hurtfully.
“I shall be delighted to have you here—for a few days,” he smiled. “So run along and telephone to your chaperone and ask her to bring her trunks here——”
Diana pulled on her shoes, unconcerned.
“I’ve been admiring your oars,” she said. “You rowed six, didn’t you—and won! How splendid!”
“Yes, yes—er—yes.” Gordon was not proud of his bygone athleticism. “Or shall I telephone?”
“To whom?” innocently.
“To your chaperone ... the lady with whom you are travelling....”
“Don’t be silly.”