"Well, then,"—Lady McIntyre fell in with what she took to be the previous arrangement—"you'll bring her back to tea."
They all saw Miss Ellis to the door, and Miss Greta saw her to the first gate.
"I say," remarked Julian, when the lady of the house had also disappeared, "why shouldn't we take those two girls around?"
"Sir William. He'd never stand it."
"No, no! But after. He plays before tea, doesn't he?"
"Yes, before."
"Very well, then. We'll take 'em round after. I'll come with the motor." He caught up his cap. "You arrange it with the Paragon." Julian bolted off toward the footpath leading to the inn.
Did she realize that, the woman coming back with the reflective air? Apparently not. She lifted her bent head, and when she saw Napier was waiting there at the door alone she smiled. She was certainly very charming when she smiled.
"I don't want to disparage the golfing powers of either Bobby or Madge," Napier said, "but what do you say to a round with me after tea?"
She looked at him oddly. It struck Napier that she didn't apply her formula, "You are very kind." He was conscious of a slight embarrassment under her scrutiny.