Audrey gave an impatient twitch to a sort of Elizabethan ruff she wore round her neck.
"How tiresome of Ted to be late, when I particularly told him to be early!"
"Is Miss Haviland going with you? Poor girl, she looks as if a blow on the river would do her good."
"N-no, she isn't."
"H'm—you'd better wait and have some tea first?"
"I've waited quite long enough already. We're going to drive to Hammersmith, and we shall get tea there or at Kew."
"I don't want to interfere with your amusements, but doesn't it strike you as—er—a little imprudent to go about so much with 'Ted,' as you call him?"
"No, of course not. He's not going to throw me overboard. It's the most natural thing in the world that I should go with him."
"Yes—to you, my dear, and I daresay to the young man himself. But if you are seen together, people are sure to talk."
"Let them. I don't mind in the least—I rather like it."