“Miles, you're rather a dear, you know. I believe you're almost as strongly on Garth's side as Jane Crab.”
“Is Jane?” And Herrick smiled. “She's a good old sport then. Anyhow, I don't propose to add my quota to the bill Trent's got to pay, poor devil!”
Audrey's face softened as she turned to go.
“One can't help feeling pitifully sorry for him,” she admitted. “To have had Sara—and then to have lost her!”
There was a whimsical light in Herrick's eyes as he answered her.
“But, at least,” he said, “he has had her, if only for a few days.”
Audrey paused with her hand upon the latch of the door.
“I imagine Garth—asked for what he wanted!” she observed, and vanished precipitately through the doorway.
“Audrey!” Miles started up, but, by the time he reached the house door, she was already disappearing through the gateway into the road and beyond pursuit.
“She must have run!” he commented ruefully to himself as he returned to the sitting-room.