"Dangerous to us?"
She blushed delightfully, pressing his arm, but saying nothing. Quinney, divining her thoughts, fell more in love with her than ever. She went on artlessly, "I expect the house is damp in winter."
"Dry as a bone. I asked about that."
"When did you ask?"
"I suppose when we looked at it."
"I never heard you ask. I'm feeling quite happy about it now. I wonder whether the people who have bought it have moved in?"
He was able to assure her that they hadn't. But she asked immediately how he had come to know of the sale.
"The agent told me."
"When?"
"When I wrote to him."