It was undeniably funny that he should be supposed to have deserted Desmond.
Frances wondered, again, whether Nicky really had any feelings, and whether things really made any impression on him.
XVI
It was a quarter past five on a fine morning, early in July. On the stroke of the quarter Captain Frank Drayton's motor-car, after exceeding the speed limit along the forlorn highway of the Caledonian Road, drew up outside the main entrance of Holloway Gaol. Captain Frank Drayton was alone in his motor-car.
He had the street all to himself till twenty past five, when he was joined by another motorist, also conspicuously alone in his car. Drayton tried hard to look as if the other man were not there.
The other man tried even harder to look as if he were not there himself. He was the first to be aware of the absurdity of their competitive pretences. He looked at his watch and spoke.
"I hope they'll be punctual with those doors. I was up at four o'clock."
"I," said Drayton, "was up at three."
"I'm waiting for my wife," said the other man.