"It's a lovely car. The Doctor brought me home in it last night, from
Crosby's."
"So he told me." Allison did not see fit to say just how much Doctor Jack had told him. He smiled a little at the recollection of the young man's remorseful confession.
"I told them," continued Isabel, "that I thought it was mine—that your father had given it to me, but it seems I was mistaken."
"It seems so," Allison agreed. "Dad gave it to the Doctor this morning."
Isabel repressed a bitter cry of astonishment. "For keeps?"
"Yes, for keeps. It's little enough to give him after all he's done for me. We both wanted him to have it."
"You could get another, couldn't you?"
"I suppose so, if I wanted it. People can usually get things they want, if they are intangible."
"I wanted to tell you," resumed Isabel, "that I was sorry I acted the way I did the last time I was here."
"Don't think of it," replied Allison, kindly. "It was very natural."