"Why, can you?" cried Frances, flushing a little at the question and a little that he should still be holding her hand.
"Oh yes, here—"
"Suppah is raidy!" Susan, coming quietly to the door to beckon her mistress and ask advice about the serving of the meal, had come upon the tableau. She broke it up.
Lawson moved toward the door and Frances stood, uncertainty on her face. "You have just come—" she began.
"I didn't think it was so late."
"You drove too long!" she flashed.
"Oh no, not long after I saw you!" he was quick to retort. "What were you doing without your father?"
"He met an old friend—"
"Is he still away?"
"Yes, he's going to stay."