“I was afraid you might think—it’s the atmosphere of the place—I’m sure of it—that made you nervous the other afternoon. It’s something about the place, you know. I’ve felt it myself. I was afraid you wouldn’t care to go again, and I don’t like to think of her there—alone.”
“She’s not alone,” observed Lexy blandly. “She has her clever husband.”
“Yes, I know that, of course, but he’s—well, he’s not very cheery,” said the young man earnestly.
Lexy couldn’t help laughing.
“No, he’s not very cheery,” she admitted. “Of course I’ll go again—this afternoon, if you’d like.”
“I say! You are good!” he cried. “I know jolly well that you don’t want to go.”
“I do, though,” declared Lexy.
“Shall we walk over?”
“If you don’t mind,” said Lexy, “I’ll go by myself. There’s something I want to attend to first. I’ll meet you there at four o’clock.”
“Right-o!” said he. “Then you won’t mind if I go there for lunch?”