“I shall want the car round in a couple of hours—at six,” he said, and smiled straight into Sara's startled eyes.
CHAPTER IX
THE HERMIT'S SHELL
Sara paused with the sugar-tongs poised above the Queen Anne bowl.
“Sugar?” she queried.
Trent regarded her seriously.
“One lump, please.”
She handed him his cup and poured out another for herself. Then she said lightly:
“I heard you order your car. Is this quite a suitable afternoon for joy-riding?”