"No, thanks," Stainton allowed Holt to say; "we've just met after five years, you know, and we've got no end of things to talk about."
Ethel Newberry leaned forward and pressed Stainton's hand.
"You will look us up soon?" she politely enquired.
"Indeed, yes," said Stainton.
"Always glad to see you," said Newberry.
Muriel said nothing, but Stainton pressed warmly the little hand that she unreservedly offered.
"Good-night," said Stainton.
"Good-night," said Muriel.
No, thought Stainton, as he reluctantly turned away with Holt, in spite of her caustic reference to his age, she must be merely an impulsive, innocent girl. He was glad to come to this determination, glad, however, simply because it was what he concluded must be a final answer to a question that had already become annoying.