"Everything all right?" he asked slyly.
"What do you mean?" she said, frowning and surprised.
"Oh, nothing!" he said noisily. Then he leaned forward, his eyes fixed boldly, covetously on her. "I say, when you've got an open date, why not come joy-riding with me?"
"Oh!" She drew back, stung to the quick of her pride.
He misunderstood her action, perhaps. Shrugging his shoulders, he went on:
"Why not? I'm as good a spender as some of the high-rollers!"
"How dare you?" she cried, blushing hot under his look. "What do you think I am? Go with you!"
"You needn't be so particular!" he said, angry in his turn at her contempt. "A chauffeur's not a servant. And I guess I've kept your secrets, young lady!"
"What do you mean?"
"Look here! I'm no fool! Don't you think I know your game? Don't you think I got on to the brother racket that night? All right! Don't get in a huff! What've I done? Invited you out! What are you turning up your nose at me for? Come, now!"