“Can I give you a lift? It will be just as quick to go round by the cross roads. Unless you prefer to walk...”
“Thank you, I’d be grateful. I’ve had a heavy day!”
He seated himself beside her, and the car sped smoothly down the narrow road. For some moments neither spoke, but Cassandra was conscious of a pleasurable tingling of excitement. She had had so many lonely drives seated in solitary state among the luxurious fitments of her Rolls Royce, that the presence of a companion was in itself an agreeable novelty. Besides, as she reminded herself, she had a double reason in being interested in Dane Peignton, since both for Bernard’s sake and Teresa’s it was her duty to cultivate the friendship. She turned towards him, met the brown eyes, and smiled involuntarily. They were nice eyes!
“Well! what do you think of the bride?”
“Just what I was going to ask you!”
“I agree with Teresa. She is adorable!”
The mention of Teresa aroused no flicker in his face. His brows contracted in consideration.
“Is she? I’m not so sure. She does not strike me as a woman of very deep feeling.”
“You would not say that, if you had heard her talking before you came in!”
“Wouldn’t I? That’s interesting. What was she talking about?”