"That's a cute fellow," said Alston to Charmian, as they drove off. "Knows how to time things!"
It was evening when they returned to the hotel, dusty and tired.
"You'll dine with me, Mrs. Charmian!" said Alston.
"Oh, no; I must go home now. I can't wait any longer."
"Better dine with me."
She took off her big motor veil, and looked at him.
"Did Mr. Crayford say I was to dine with you?"
"No. But he evidently thought it would be a suitable arrangement."
"But what will people think?"
"What they always do, I suppose."