“Why should he?” she answered quickly.
He looked at her for a longish while before replying:
“I can see quite a number of reasons.”
The words were spoken with simple sincerity, and they brought a glow of bright colour to her cheeks. Thinking perhaps he had offended, he said:
“Well, since he has gone to the club, I suppose I had better follow him there. I don’t want to go a bit, and I’m sorry we shan’t be lunching together.”
“So am I,” she nodded.
“Why aren’t we?” he asked, unexpectedly.
“I suppose there is no great harm telling you—since you are here. This was to have been a business meeting, and Wynne thought the surroundings might prove—unproductive.”
“Oh!” He hesitated; then: “When did he think that?”
“An hour ago.”