She nodded, saying "yes" afterwards on a catch of breath.
"When?"
She looked at him wistfully. "I didn't want to go—yet."
"Why should you?"
"It wouldn't worry you?"
"Not at all. Very much the reverse."
"I should want to see you, though."
Max smiled. "You mean, then, shouldn't I worry you——"
"I suppose I did mean that," she said, viewing him speculatively.
Then Max was tempted to show off. "Who gave me my first lesson in not worrying?" he asked.