"Do you suppose mere weather could keep me from the Desboro collection? You have much to learn about me."
"I'll begin lessons at once," he said gaily, "if you don't mind giving them. Do you?"
She smiled non-committally, and looked around her at the departing vehicles.
"We have a limousine waiting for us behind the station," he said. "It's five muddy miles."
"I had been wondering all the way up in the train just how I was to get to Silverwood——"
"You didn't suppose I'd leave you to find your way, did you?"
"Business people don't expect limousines," she said, with an unmistakable accent that sounded priggish even to herself—so prim, indeed, that he laughed outright; and she finally laughed, too.
"This is very jolly, isn't it?" he remarked, as they sped away through the rain.
She conceded that it was.
"It's going to be a most delightful day," he predicted.