“Where?”
She named a small place where the Herfords had long owned property.
He hesitated, regarding her absently. She turned as she spoke, and smiled. Her face seen thus, in the partial shadow of the car, between daylight and dusk, had a peculiar charm, and her eyes held a tenderness that went to his head.
“We’ll go, Diane!” he whispered softly, laying his hand over hers with the first loverlike gesture he had used since they started.
“That’s settled then!”
She sank back in her corner, her face again shaded by her hat.
He was still thinking of their northern retreat.
“That name sounds familiar. Just where have I heard it before? I’ve never been much in the Catskills.”
She did not answer for a moment, and he looked round at her; but he could not make out the expression of her eyes, for they were bent intently on the hand that he had just released.
“You know the name—very well, I fancy. Think a moment, Arthur!”