“You’ll not like the long rough walk to the subway I’m afraid,” he protested.
“You will not return in the car?” she asked in surprise.
“I prefer to walk—”
“You’ll do nothing of the kind,” she answered firmly. “You’ll go with me—and I’m not going to walk.”
“You must excuse me”—he persisted.
“I will not. And I’ll never speak to you again unless you obey my orders for this one afternoon at least.”
He searched her face to see if she meant it, caught the look of determination and answered in quick tones of apology.
“Of course, if you really wish it, you know that it will give me pleasure—”
Virginia returned to the library, spoke to Waldron and in a few minutes they were again seated by each other’s side swiftly gliding down the Drive.
“Stop at the Claremont,” she called to the chauffeur. “I’m starved. We would have had lunch served in the library if your lordship had not been so proud and particular—”