“Tim!” she exclaimed delightedly. “How dear of you to come and meet me!”
“Didn't you expect I should?” He was holding her hand and joyfully pump-handling it up and down as though he would never let it go, while the glad light in his eyes would indubitably have betrayed him to any passer-by who had chanced to glance in his direction.
Sara coloured faintly and withdrew her hands from his eager clasp.
“Oh, well, you might conceivably have had something else to do,” she returned evasively.
For an instant the blue eyes clouded.
“I never had anything to do,” he said shortly. “You know that.”
She laughed up at him.
“Now, Tim, I won't be growled at the first minute of my arrival. You can pour out your grumbles another day. First now, I want to hear all the news. Remember, I've been vegetating in the country since the beginning of March!”
She drew him tactfully away from the old sore subject of his enforced idleness, and, while the car bore them swiftly towards the Durwards' house on Green Street, she entertained him with a description of the Selwyn trio.
“I should think your 'Doctor Dick' considers himself damned lucky in having got you there—seeing that his house seems all at sixes and sevens,” commented Tim rather glumly.