“And then you will come back and join us.”
“Thank you,” said Craven.
He took off his hat. Miss Van Tuyn gave him a long and eloquent look, which was really not unlike a Leap Year proposal. Then she entered the cafe with Jennings. Craven thought at that moment that her back looked unusually rigid.
A taxi was passing. He held up his hand. It stopped. Lady Sellingworth and he got in, after he had given the address to the chauffeur.
“What a lovely girl Beryl Van Tuyn is!” said Lady Sellingworth, as they drove off.
“She is—very lovely.”
“And she has a lot of courage, moral courage.”
“Is it?” he could not help saying.
“Yes. She lives as she chooses to live. And yet she isn’t married.”
“Would marriage make it all easier for her?”