They had not been long on the road when she said sweetly:
“You poor boy! I believe we nearly ran you down the other day. You looked ever so startled. Paul always drives so recklessly. He gives me all kinds of thrills.”
“Why do you go out with him then?” Hugh snapped.
She looked at him curiously. There was a gleam of amused satisfaction in her eye.
“Why shouldn’t I? I love thrills. Besides he’s an old friend. Good gracious! I don’t believe you like him.”
“Why should I?”
“Oh, he’s not a bad sort. A bit blasé and all that sort of thing. But ... well, you don’t know him.”
“We have met.”
“Have you really? I asked him after we had passed if he knew you, and he said he didn’t. He meets so many I suppose he forgot. He’s much sought after.”
Hugh grew more savage. Again he snapped. “I don’t believe he’s the man a woman should be seen with often if she values her reputation.”