Moore was waiting for me when we came in.
“I want Reggie to go a little walk with me,” he said, half apologetically, to Isabel. “She wasn’t out all yesterday, and she’ll be getting too fat if she doesn’t have exercise.”
Isabel laughed. At that stage in my career there seemed little likelihood of the danger he alluded to. For strong and wiry as I was, I was decidedly thin.
“Don’t be late for tea,” she said, as we turned away; but Moore called back—
“Don’t expect us till half-past five; it is more than four already. It doesn’t matter about tea.”
“Speak for yourself,” I said to him when we were out of hearing. “I do mind about tea, and I don’t suppose you’ve got a private invitation from the Greys to have it with them.”
“Who knows!” said Moore jokingly. “Perhaps they’ll fall in love with us at first sight and ask us to go in.”
Even though I knew he was joking, what he said startled me. I stopped short in the path and turned round, facing him.
“Don’t talk nonsense,” I said warningly.
“Who began it?” he replied. “I was only following up what you said.”