“Mr. Storrs will want to take his car,” said Constance. “He oughtn’t really to drive out alone——”
“Not alone, certainly not!” Bruce replied. “I shall be honored if you will drive with me!”
II
“You didn’t mind?” asked Constance when Bruce got his car under way.
“You mean do I mind driving you out? Please don’t make me say how great the pleasure is!”
“You’re poking fun at me; you always do!”
“Never! Why, if I followed my inclinations I’d come trotting up to your house every day. But it wouldn’t do. You know that!”
“But I wouldn’t want you to do that—not unless you——”
There was a bridge to cross and the pressure of traffic at the moment called for care in negotiating it.
“What were you saying?” he asked as they turned off the brilliantly lighted boulevard. The town lay behind and they moved through open country.