"I'll send for you if ever I may, David; I promise faithfully. And in return I have your word?"
Amber nodded.
"Then…." Rutton attempted to divert the subject. "I think you said
Quain? Any relation to Quain's 'Aryan Invasion of India?"
"The same man. He asked me down for the shooting—owns a country place across the bay: Tanglewood."
"A very able man; I wish I might have met him…. What of yourself?
What have you been doing these three years? Have you married?"
"I've been too busy to think of that…. I mean, till lately."
"Ah?"
Amber flushed boyishly. "There was a girl at Quain's—a guest…. But she left before I dared speak. Perhaps it was as well."
"Why?"
"Because she was too fine and sweet and good for me, Rutton."