“Then I hope you have succeeded. I see it is quite hopeless to expect any sort of a complimentary speech from you.”
“Quite; though I don’t mind admitting I have been very enjoyably entertained as well.”
“That is something, anyhow. And now I suppose you are going straight off home to dress, and dine with some one else, and forget about me?”
“I don’t suppose I shall forget you. It happens to be a journalist dinner, and probably we shall tear you to pieces between us before we have finished.”
“Well, I’d rather you did that than forget me.”
She felt him looking hard into her face, with something a little sinister in his expression, and she got up and turned away.
“Why do you turn away when I am interested? Don’t you think you might be a little pleased that I don’t want you to forget me?”
He asked the question with a humorous twinkle, though she felt that he meant it seriously as well. This last, however, she was clever enough to ignore, and merely threw him a mischievous glance over her shoulder as she answered:
“Well, I have to consider Brother Dudley’s attitude, you see; and I’ve a notion he would be best pleased for both the incident and motorist of Sunday evening to be forgotten.”
He got up slowly, looking amused.