"Well?" he repeated.
They were entering the drive which led up to the brightly lighted bungalow before she answered.
"It's a bargain then," she said. "I promise."
He pressed her hand with his left.
"That's all right," he said cheerily. "You won't find yourself overburdened. The case is just this: we're partners, you and I, with some good cards between us. Just at present it's my call, and your hand goes down. Do you understand?"
"Pretty well," she answered.
They pulled up at the open doorway, and flinging the reins to the waiting syce, Travers sprang to the ground.
"By the way, I believe you go in to dinner with Stafford," he remarked casually as he helped her to alight. "I hope you will get on well together."