"Yes," said Dorian.
"Drive?"
"No; I'm walking."
"Then you'll ride with us. Plenty of room. Glad to have you."
"Thank you, I—"
"Yes, come," urged Carlia.
Dorian hesitated. He tried to carry an independent manner, but Mr.
Lamont linked his arm sociably with Dorian's as he said:
"Of course you'll ride home with us; but first we'll have a little ice cream."
"No thanks," Dorian managed to say. What more did this fellow want of him?
However, as Dorian could give no good reason why he should not ride home with them, he found no way of refusing to accompany them to a nearby ice-cream parlor. Mr. Lamont gave the order, and was very attentive to Carlia and Dorian. It was he who kept the flow of conversation going. The other two, plainly, were not adept at this.