He looked at her.
"Rather let me ask that question," was his query by way of reply. "Already twice have I failed to find you."
They walked together to the chairs; she to her own, he to a smaller one that stood over against them.
"That you called once, I know. Mother informed me."
"You were similarly engaged on both occasions."
He brought his chair near to her.
"With Mr. Anderson?"
She smiled straight in his face.
"Of course."
He, too, smiled.