"I was at Amy's."
"Oh!" He was astonished. "I almost went on to her."
"Monty and Jack Penton were there, too. They came in after dinner."
Harry frowned. It was his turn to do so. But it was not a very serious frown, as Patricia, glancing side-ways, could see.
"Oh, the old fat man!" he lightly commented. "I don't know Penton. I mean, I've met him, but I can't remember him."
"Did you go and see Mr. Mayne?"
Harry shook his head.
"No. I wasn't serious. One can't push one's self." His teeth showed, not in a smile, but as if in some habitual expression. "He's not my sort."
"He's very kind."
Harry laughed.