Brett Forrester took her vacated seat at Ann’s side.
“I’m really very much obliged to Coventry,” he remarked, by way of opening the conversation.
“Are you?” she replied innocently. “What for?”
“Why, for saving you for me, of course. I couldn’t possibly have got there in time myself. And I don’t like losing my belongings”—placidly.
She stared at him.
“If you’re referring to me,” she said aloofly, “I’m not your ‘belongings.’”
His bright blue eyes flashed over her, and for a moment his face seemed to wake up as he responded swiftly:
“But you will be—some day. So”—with a resumption of his former placidity—“as I said, I’m very much obliged to Coventry for saving you for me.”
“Brett, don’t be so ridiculous! It isn’t even funny to make jokes like that,” she answered with some impatience.
He remained quite unperturbed.