"But if I were in earnest?" she said, a quick note of pleading in her voice. "If I really wanted you to turn round?"
He kept his eyes fixed ahead. "Are you ever really in earnest, Chris?" he said.
"Of course I am!"
Mordaunt was silent. They were crossing a crowded thoroughfare, and his driving seemed to occupy his full attention.
Chris waited till he had extricated the car from the stream of traffic, then impulsively she spoke—
"Trevor, I didn't think you were like Aunt Philippa. I thought you understood."
She saw his grave face soften. "Believe me, I am not in the least like your Aunt Philippa," he said.
"No; but—"
"But, Chris?"
"I think you needn't have asked me that," she said, a little quiver in her voice. "Even Cinders knows me better than that."