"I rather wish we'd told him about our year there; yet, what is there to tell? Probably it resembled plenty of years with which he is perfectly familiar."
"Do we have to account to Jim Edgerton anyway?" asked Silvette impatiently.
"He wanted to come with us," mused Diana. "When he wants to go, he'll go fast enough, I fancy. It isn't what he might think, or his possible disapproval, that worries me; it's that he ought to have been told more about us in the beginning.... But how were we to tell him?"
"He didn't ask, did he?"
"No; but, somehow or other, we ought to have put him au courant, and then he could have had his choice about recognizing the relationship or ignoring it. That's what bothers me a little."
"How could we possibly have told him all about ourselves the first afternoon we ever set eyes on him?"
"There were two other afternoons; one is just ending.... I don't know; I might easily have created a situation in which it would have seemed natural enough to mention our programme to him."
"Why didn't you, Di?"
"Cowardice," said the girl frankly; and she stretched herself out flat on the bed again.
"Do you think as much of Jim Edgerton's opinion as that?"