He took both her hands, and looked into her face. Had she really thought him cold? Turning, he glanced about the room, as if to assure himself they were alone. She disengaged her hands.
"Come out and walk; I don't like it here," she said.
He looked at her reflectively, and yet with a kind of smouldering excitement.
"We'll get a victoria, and drive out to the country." He led the way down-stairs. "But how on earth have you managed it?" he said.
"I didn't manage, I just came."
"Grandmamma is with you?"
"Oh no."
"Who, then?"
"Nobody."
"She hasn't let you come alone?"