"Oh, I saw!" An ironic gleam in Catherine's eyes.
"And here Letty didn't need you, anyway. You might even have gone last night."
"I must see to her lunch." Catherine twisted out of his arm, adding with a touch of malice—"You know you had a good time."
"Oh, fair." Charles was indifferent. "Left me sort of done this morning. Miss Partridge wanted me to thank you for her pleasant evening."
"I thought I saw you at the gate just now," said Catherine.
"Yes. I just ran into her on my way home."
"Don't look at me that way!" Catherine cried out sharply.
"What way?" Charles expanded his chest, bristling.
"As if you expected to see me—suspecting you!"
"Well, good Lord, you sounded as if you thought I'd spent the morning with Stel—Miss Partridge."