“My luck’s in! I did not know if you were at home.”
“Your doubting’s strange,” Evelyn rejoined. “Our rule is to be at home, but to-night mother is not, and she will not be back for two or three days.”
“Then I expect it’s dull for you,” said Ledward. “You don’t like to be alone.”
Evelyn remarked his sympathy. Kit would not have thought about her being lonely.
“Are you at Netherhall?” she inquired.
“I was at Sheffield and am going to meet my employer at Netherhall. When he was called to a steelworks on the coast I took the road. Will you come and look at my new car?”
Evelyn went. She was not at all a mechanic but she knew the small car was expensive, and she was envious. It would be long before Kit could buy her a toy like that. She pictured his playing the violin for the cook, and by contrast with Ledward’s extravagance the picture jarred.
“From Sheffield is a long way,” she said in a careless voice. “I suppose the car is fast?”
“Would you like to try? The evening’s fine and the wind is gone.”
“If you will come in, I can give you some tea, and I might afterwards go to Netherhall.”