She raised her shoulders.
"He's always away——"
"Why, I thought they'd have made a Papist of you by now," he said.
His laugh was rough, but his eyes held her with a curious insistence.
"Think something more reasonable, please, next time! Now, where are we going to lunch?"
"We've got it all ready. But we must see the yard first…. Miss
Fountain—Laura—I've got that flower you gave me."
His voice was suddenly hoarse.
She glanced at him, lifting her eyebrows.
"Very foolish of you, I'm sure…. Now do tell me, how did you get off so early?"
He sulkily explained to her that work was unusually slack in his own yard; that, moreover, he had worked special overtime during the week in order to get an hour or two off this Saturday, and that Seaton was on night duty at a large engineering "works," and lord therefore of his days. But she paid small attention. She was occupied in looking at the new buildings and streets, the brand new squares and statues of Froswick.