“You really don’t want that,” Trenton said. “If you’re not used to it let it alone.”
He took her glass, brimming from the dividend Jerry had poured into it, and slowly drained it.
With a smile Grace quickly moved the glass back in front of her plate, glancing at Irene and Kemp to see whether they were observing her.
“Thank you ever so much. I really am not used to those things.”
“I thought not; otherwise I should have let you alone.”
“How did you know?” she asked.
“Oh, that’s part of my business, to know things without being told. You might say that I earn my living that way.”
He seemed amused about something; he constantly seemed secretly amused in a way of his own; but there was no mistaking his wish to be kind, and Grace was grateful for his kindness. The light touch of his fingers as he took the glass from her hand was in itself reassuring.
“We’re alone in the midst of a deep, dark forest,” she heard Kemp exclaim.
Turning, she saw him bending toward Irene, his arm round her shoulders, kissing her.