“Oh, no. I am delighted.”
His young voice was carefully frigid.
“More motors!” she said. “The whole of London will be here by tea time.”
“Great fun, isn’t it? Such a squash of interesting people.”
“And I am taking you away from them!”
“That’s all right!”
“Oh, what an Eton’s boy’s voice!” she thought.
But she loved it. That was the truth. His youngness was so apparent in his coldness that he was more dangerous than ever to her who had an unconquerable passion for youth.
“Let us go through this door in the wall. It must lead to the gardens.”
“Certainly!”