“Down in the country. I will, some time. Good-bye.”
A tall woman or girl—red-haired, with one of those wonderful white skins that go therewith; and brown—yes, brown eyes; Gyp could see those eyes sweeping her up and down with a sort of burning-live curiosity. Bryan's hand was thrust under her arm at once.
“Come on, let's walk and get a cab.”
As soon as they were clear of the crowd, she pressed his hand to her breast, and said:
“Did you mind?”
“Mind? Of course not. It's for you to mind.”
“Who was it?”
“A second cousin. Diana Leyton.”
“Do you know her very well?”
“Oh yes—used to.”