"That's understood. It makes the favour greater. But you will come?"
"If I must."
"I'll be very grateful."
"Then I will." The words came from him with such obvious reluctance that she could not resist a smile.
"Do be back in plenty of time."
"I'd rather break my leg again," he said gloomily. Then declining her offer of the motor-car to take him to the station, he left her.
"You're stealing my class-consciousness from me," he called from the gate way.
She laughed, not quite understanding what he meant, and watched his ungainly figure until it was out of sight. Would he return? Or had she seen the last of Brent Good? Finally she shrugged her shoulders and tried to dismiss him from her mind.
But when Wednesday came, and no Good, nor word from him, she was more keenly disappointed than she cared to admit. The two o'clock train brought a party which had arranged for some golf with Roger.
"Anyone come out with you?" she asked, as if the question were of no consequence.