"Motored down."
"I say, have you got a car?"
"Only just."
"Drove yourself?"
"Rather."
Queenie scowled as if there were something disagreeable to her in the idea that Anne should have a car of her own and drive it. She endured the introduction in silence and addressed herself with an air of exclusiveness to Colin.
"What are we going to do?"
"Anything you like," he said.
"I'll play you singles, then."
"Anne might like to play," said Colin. But he still looked at Queenie, as she flamed in her beauty.