And the voice inside quickly answered:
“But that's different! Gordon's a married man. My chevalier is not! I have the right to go, and he has the right.”
It was settled anyhow before this little controversy arose at the street door, but the ready answer she gave eased her conscience and cleared the way for a happy, exciting trip.
He leaped from the big, ugly racer to help her in, stopped and looked at her light clothing.
“That's your heaviest coat?”
“Yes. It isn't cold.”
“I've one for you.”
He drew an enormous fur coat from the car and held it up for her arms.
“You think I'll need that?” she asked.
His white teeth gleamed in a friendly smile.