And again she rode on listening in silence to Larry's chatter.
“You will have a delightful visit at Banff, Jane. Do you know Wakeham is going to motor up? He is to meet his father there. He asked me to go with him,” and as he spoke Larry glanced at her face.
“That would be splendid for you, Larry,” she said, “but you couldn't leave them at home with all the work going on, could you?”
“No,” said Larry gloomily, “I do not suppose I could. But I think you might have let me say that.”
“But it is true, isn't it, Larry?” said Jane.
“Yes, it's true, and there's no use talking about it, and so I told him. But,” he said, cheering up again, “I have been having a holiday these two weeks since you have been here.”
“I know,” said Jane remorsefully, “we must have cut into your work dreadfully.”
“Yes, I have loafed a bit, but it was worth while. What a jolly time we have had! At least, I hope you have had, Jane.”
“You don't need to ask me, do you, Larry?”
“I don't know. You are so dreadfully secretive as to your feelings, one never knows about you.”