Trent's eyes followed the direction of her glance.
“That? Oh, that's our tea. You didn't imagine I was going to starve you, did you? I think we shall find that Mrs. Judson has provided all we want.”
Sara laughed across at him.
“What a thoughtful man you are!” she said gaily. “Fancy a hermit remembering a woman's crucial need of tea.”
“Don't credit me with too much self-effacement!” he grinned. “I enjoyed the last occasion when you were my guest, so I'm repeating the prescription.”
“Still, even deducting for the selfish motive, you're progressing,” she answered. “I see you developing into quite an ornament to society in course of time.”
“God forbid!” he ejaculated piously.
Sara looked entertained.
“Apparently your ambitions don't lie in that direction?” she rallied him.
“There is no question of such a catastrophe occurring. I've told you that society—as such—and I have finished with each other.”