“Bring me some coffee for the look of the thing,” she said.
Tony did it, and then stood beside her while she toyed with her cup. Lucy Davidson was distinctly pretty in spite of her get up, but it was unpleasantly evident to her companion that she was not the girl he had flirted with. She seemed to have changed into a capable, determined woman, and there was something that suggested imperiousness in her dark eyes when she looked up at him.
“I want to know why you brought me here,” he said.
The girl laughed. “That wasn’t civil, Tony. You should have let me think you came because you wanted to.”
“I didn’t,” said Tony doggedly. “Nor can I stay here long. Don’t you know that some of these people might recognize you?”
“I don’t see why that should worry me, though I don’t think they will. They are Darsley folk, and I fancy I have changed. You are going to be married I hear!”
Tony set his lips as he saw the mocking smile in his companion’s face.
“Yes,” he said. “We may as well talk plainly. You know of no reason why I shouldn’t.”
Lucy Davidson made a little reproachful gesture. “Tony,” she said, “have I objected?”
“No. The question is, do you mean to?”