Mona's colour deepened. "There is no use in beating about the bush," she said. "The fact is, I am engaged in the interesting occupation of retrenching just now. You know"—as Sir Douglas looked daggers—"I have not the smallest claim on you."
He laughed, and laid his hand on her shoulder.
"Don't be afraid, Mona," he said. "We are not trying to establish a claim on you. The great medical light shall continue her way as heretofore, without let or hindrance. Give us your society for a fortnight, and we shall be only too much your debtors."
"It will make the greatest difference to all of us!" said Lady Munro cordially.
And Evelyn, with the facile friendship of a schoolgirl, slipped her arm caressingly round her cousin's waist.
And so it was arranged.
"Shall Nubboo call you a hansom," said Lady Munro.
"She doesn't want a hansom," said Sir Douglas. "Throw your gown over your arm, and put on a cloak, and I will see you home."
It was a beautiful summer night; the air was soft and pleasant after the burning heat of the day.
It was natural that Sir Douglas should be curious to see the habitat of his new beetle, and after all, he was practically her uncle; but when they reached her door she held out her hand with a frank smile.