“Oh, we’ve been reminiscing,” said Grace. “And you missed the best of Bob’s playing.”
“I’m sorry those people chose tonight for their call. It was Judge Sanders, my lawyer, and his wife, old friends—but I didn’t dare smoke before them! You’ve got to stay now while I have a cigarette.”
When Grace said presently that she must go and Miss Reynolds reached for the bell to ring for her car, Bob stayed her hand.
“That’s all fixed! I’ll run around and bring my car and I’ll take Grace home. Please say you don’t mind!”
“Of course, I don’t mind; but you needn’t think you’re establishing a precedent. The next time Grace comes I’ll lock the door against you and all the rest of the world!”
While Bob went for his car Miss Reynolds warned Grace that she was likely to ask her to the house again.
“You’ll be doing me a favor by coming, dear. And remember, if there’s ever anything I can do for you you’re to tell me. That’s a promise. I should be sorry if you didn’t feel that you could come to me with anything.”
VIII
“It’s only a little after ten,” said Bob as he started the car, “and I’m going to touch the edge of the country before I take you home. Is that all right? How long’s it been since we went driving together?”
“Centuries! It was just after you moved.”